A Dream

A Few thoughts:

A Dream at 1:30 am

I wish I could explain 

How it came to me

How I came to be

A boy again

But I was

Among the people  

Not as they were then 

But now as they are

Still yearning

Still living in a dream

Like nothing ever changed

Still beating in their hearts 

The way it used to be

When the earth was Mother

The skies our Father

And a message was carried 

On the wind as we rode 

Faster and faster

With reckless abandon 

And we cried out

Louder and louder

Until our voice 

Became like the eagle

The hawk

Or even the owl

Messenger of death

Saying nothing is to be feared

Not even the future

Only that life is about freedom

To be born

To grow

To learn

To transition 

Beyond what we know

To a place of peace

Where the wind tastes

And smells like freedom 

The likes we have never known

Because it is heaven. 

Amen

D.A. Wittler

12/14/23