I had a dream?

Lullabies are calming,

I have dreamed portraits of dreams,

 painted on Stonehenge’s symbolic callings.

Illusions I have seen within the valleys of my wounds deep carved seams, 

where monoliths stand tall leaving me in awe,

exposing divine entities’ covenant calls.

Words could never tell the emotion that is felt,

as their shadows fall upon the place I have knelt.

Is it then really a dream when all the wisdom I have seen,

envelopes every mountain, field and stream,

passionately embracing the essence of my being?