Dream….
Last night I dreamed of my sister,
As if I was combing her hair
Long, beautiful, chestnut hair
And tried to find a ribbon to tie her hair
She was wearing a white muslin dress
As soft as a cloud
She was preparing to meet her lover…
And a prang of jealousy hit my heart
I knew I was losing her…
But then,
She was happy
Ready to meet her love
“I’m O.K. with it”, I thought
She waited so long…
I woke up and remembered
That the last time
I combed my sister hair
It was a wig…
Rea-Silvia Costin.2019
I'm surprised no one has commented. So poignant, especially at the end. I had a dream this morning that I'm itching to write into a story. Your dream has a rather sad connotation to it. I'd guess but I'd be wrong.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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