Karis Wnuk

Within the Dominion of Dreams

Everything is at peace. Only the babbling of the brooks we encounter and the faint chirping of birds is heard. A passing hum of the wind through the trees as it swept between their boughs, heavily laden with fruits and leaves; the grass whispering and waving. I feel its blades brush at my knees as I walk upon an earth unlike the one I’ve known, a world about me that is at peace. The sky, an iridescent blue, appears as an overarching crystal. The clouds are feathery, drifting carelessly, amidst a dream of their own. And while no fellow companion is to be found, I am not alone. As I cross the field, their presence remains with me. A presence of a spirit - a timeless creature. They bear no distinguishing features, and are shrouded with a heavy cloak. It floats about them as if spirit and shroud are one. At times I see them; at times I do not. We speak to each other as if we have known each other for a long time.