A poem on how dreams can be an invitation, illuminating the path of where we are next drawn. (Image: JPlenio, Pixabay) What if the most real layeris herein the dream, a ripple throughreach to surfaceupon waking? A saint, the kiss, a doorway through stone alley — a monastery to the lightor curve of whale’s back,beckoning a glide at nightguidereminder of where to flowbeyond words, connecting with primordial soundacross …
