IN THE WRECKAGE OF A DREAM: A Mini Opera

IN THE WRECKAGE OF A DREAM: A Mini Opera by Carol S. Lashof
inspired by The Sweeper of Dreams by Neil Gaiman

No, Dreamsweeper.
No.
Do not say
to let her go.
Do not tell me
to be strong.
I don’t care
if it is wrong
to hold on
to my pain.

Traveling
the landscape of fever dreams—
and wise to the lore
of those who went before—
unraveling
my ball
of thread
behind me,
I sought her.

Once only,
searching
along a pebbled shore
led on
by the call
of night terrors,
I thought
I saw her.

I thought
I saw her face—
but was it
among the living
or the dead?
I do not know.
She fled
like the shadow
of a wing on water
and left
me there,
in the afterward of night,
bereft.

Now,
here she is!
Arising
from the wreckage of a dream,
my daughter,
surprising
and beloved.
A shadow she may be,
or a mere
trace of a shadow,
a remnant.
But dear to me,
more dear
than tranquil days,
than hope or peace
or grace.

So please,
Dreamsweeper—
here in this
forlorn place,
which is brightened
by the shadow of her shadow,
allow her to remain.
Yes,
Dreamsweeper,
let her stay.

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