A Rock Rose To The River

 

From the dream, I stood from the height of a balcony, watching the celebration wreathed in warmth; a procession that traced the river like a native rose harbouring all its resources. My position aloft the soft turning of the oak boughs and shimmering reflections of the sinking light flooded me with perspective.

A lost domain to my body that then awoke to the heavy rainfall that answered the valley