Mares of the Night

As I slept under the full moon, the ‘night mares’ came,

Galloping, whirling, in and out of shadow.

A rare and welcome visit; I must awaken enough to listen!

They are generous with their insights and wisdom.

They guide my thoughts deeply into the questions of past days, weeks, even years.

Ah, yes.  Now I see.

Not all are answers; some are more questions.

The sky lightens with dawn and I arise to scribble down what I can remember,

Before it all fades in the distance, like the mares.

‘I am touched and humbled by your visit. Thank you!’

Galloping, whirling, away, into the shadows…

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