At night, she dreamed of many things. She dreamt of spirits wandering through an unknown realm where animals and trees conversed freely and everything was confusing. She dreamt of nonsense.
Before we entered human shapes
We were bold and happy and free,
We wandered through both hemispheres
From land to sunny sea.
In such a world, it could have taken
An immeasurable time to fall
In such a world the tiniest mouse
Could be most large of all.
In such a land, we would be mute
While birds and creatures spoke,
And all around, coherent sounds
Would come from pines and oaks.
Before our nimble spirit selves,
Lay the spirit world,
From realms of fantasy and stars –
Dimensions all unfurled.
A little spirit of said realm
Was brought by fearsome winds
To a castle grey and tall
Where new life lay within.
It was a cold and dreary day
When blue feathers fell in storms,
A strong and gusty, blustery wind
Across the forest tore.
He carelessly, in his hurry
Ripped from their stems some leaves,
They yelled objections as they sank
But heard no answer from the breeze.
He came across a river and
Splashed across its surface,
He left white, frothing foam to billow –
He was driven in his purpose.
Higher and higher ground was sought
But it could not be found
Until he reached the very tip of the top
Of the tallest mountain around.
Up there, the mountain dressed in white
With tones of bluish grey,
Met with the lowest point of the sky
To bring spirits to new days.
A little child was born that day
In a castle standing tall,
Its stones were hard, its walls were grey
Her red mouth opened to bawl.
As a babe she remembered well the world
Of spirits and of sprites
But soon she came to be a child
Exciting in child delights.
Forgotten was that spirit realm
Which she had loved so well,
Farewell, farewell, oh mystic land
For on the past she would not dwell.
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.
Rachel’s eyes opened blearily. The red numbers glared in the darkness of the early morning. Her fingers scrambled for the snooze button. Silence resumed and the dream was gone. Above her head, the blue feathers of her dream catcher fluttered almost imperceptibly.