Dream Light

Where does the light in dreams come from,

here in the dark woods, in the dark cabin,

when rain is falling on the metal roof

and all the lamps are out?

How is it that I can know you in the dream

when I don’t really see you,

when we’re conversing

while both looking at the same object?

What is presence anyway,

and what is absence?

How do we see each other,

how are we seen?

This world is more mysterious

than I imagined, and vaster,

since it also houses the realm of dreams.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 10, 2018