Dream

October 18, 2012

Me and another, maybe two

were making our way in the deep woods.

We came to an ancient tree with great roots showing.

We could hear Gaelic voices

or a language from another time, another world.

Then there was absolute silence.

Butterflies appeared from the roots, making an unknown music.

The joy in their music, in their voices, in their melodies will never leave me.

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