Dreams & Intersections
I dreamt I received a pair of fertility dolls
from the man who would father my sons.
In my dream I hand carved a bamboo table,
topped it with wicca under a white cloth.
This is where I placed them, dusting away any webs
come to tangle their productivity.
It seemed as though receiving them naturally meant
putting them in the bedroom that we shared.
Our first born boy was as far as I knew,
a direct result of the gift of the gods at our table.
Interrupting a journal entry one morning
my water broke to our second son.
Then I woke up and lay there clearly recalling
the happiness but only shadows of their faces.
I have had many dreams since then
yet never met that man a second time.
However, his loving countenance and the way
our souls complemented each other remains indelible.
At first I thought we’d meet one day by accident
and guessed when that auspicious time must be.
Eventually it dawned on me that with love and dreams
there are no coincidences only driven passions.
With much to be done along the way in preparation
for when the love of our dreams and our life intersects.
Ria – 2015