I dreamed my body was mine again
with no memories weighing me down
no jagged scars marring my alabaster skin
no mortal wounds unleashed beneath.
And as I descended further into this ghostly maze,
I found myself wielding long shimmering blades
Unlike anything I’ve ever seen, for they had replaced
my knotted and wrinkled hands.
And with these blades of wisdom, I swathed a clear path
one containing purity and grace, humming with life
to where the words of a poem so blissfully laid
there on the ground, magically created
by the hooves of a white stallion prancing and dancing.
As he shook his luminous tail and magnificent mane
Stars and planets swirled from them into an aubergine sky
Golden drops of dew fell as seeds began to sprout.
Now I glided through ripe meadows brimming with flora and fauna
and bathed in an ice-cold stream that healed my tormented soul.
And as I began to wonder why I was in this haunting place
I stirred from my deep sleep as reality crept in and wept
for there in that mysterious land where I longed to be
I was not lost, not found;
for I was never there at all.
©2023 Linda Lee Lyberg
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 26 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page