Last night I dreamed of Jack.
He was lost, but I knew he had
Crossed the road
And gone into the woods.
I walked into the forest
And climbed to the top of a pine tree.
There was a nest there,
Rocking like a cradle
In the gentle breeze.
The trees showed me the nest
And told me he was safe,
Gently rocked,
Held close.
When I got back to the ground
I could see, far off,
a circle of dancing women.
White flowing dresses,
Radiant warm light bathing them from above,
Their arms swayed in the air
Like a nest rocking
On a gentle breeze
In the top of a pine tree.
I woke up
And felt
At peace.
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