My mother spoke
My new-old friend is tangible
And sets me on a pathway
Recalling dreams
Is not my strong
Suit
Always the same dream
Realm I can’t Identify
I must be boringly normal
Or needing some more practice
I was on my last go round when I saw the formof a spectral maiden with a face forlornShe swished on byand was never seen again
The intelligence of dreams