THE DREAM KING BRINGS DAWN - Catherine Brooks
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THE DREAM KING BRINGS DAWN

 

My king came to me in a twilit dream.
 

He appeared at my bedside, in front of my window, with his back turned to me.
 

I know him by many names. He is a lover. He is my masculine soul. He is a god of love, and death.
 

His presence is both otherworldly and intimate. He is tall and lean, dark and groomed; he wears a black tailored suit.
 

Between sleep and wake I studied his silhouette while he silently stared at the eastern horizon.
 

As the sky thinned and blushed with day’s first light my king spoke these words to me:
 

“I love you like
I love the dawn.
You are dark
And clear
And bright.”
 

Catherine Brooks, 2024
Photo: Catherine Brooks, 2024