waiting for a vision

waking early

room dark quiet

thinking of the dream

past times old times

as I took her down to the river

letting the water hold her

floating & still

waiting for her vision

to come

whispering in her ear

of my own time in the forest

the owl the deer

talking in the night

as she floated

waiting for the light

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