Cosmic Dream Poem by Connie Livingston-Dunn

Last night,

Before drifting off to sleep,

I climb the World Tree

Fly like an eagle to the place where

Stars and moons and suns are formed.

I drop a scroll down

Through the blackness of space and time

Filled with endless poems

To dream in my sleep.

When I wake in the morning

There is no trace

Of the scroll with scratched poems

On its surface.

Perhaps it is still floating

In space and time

Waiting….

Alcohol Ink Painting

Originally published at cowbird.com.