It was a night of deep dreaming
Sleeping and profound thoughts
She awoke and finally heard the answer
Eight years was the message received.
The day broke with a bright orange sun
And the little one fell into her arms, clinging
she said, I can’t tell you my dreams, mama
They are too scary.
And the remnants of the night’s messages
Hung in the warming air of the summer morning
Profound and perhaps painful dreaming
Meanings to be discerned.