Full Moon Dream

I woke up in a world of my own making,

a town which I’d created, imagined,

where my characters came to life.

Oh, look,

There’s one of them now.

“Come,” he said,

an inexplicable embodiment of

his somber father

and stern friend

(the second draft),

not the narcisstist I’d birthed.

And I came

to the campfire.

His cousin was there, and her parents were still dead, but she was the self before the loss.

She held up a sapphire,

her birthstone,

the reason for her orphanage,

and gave it to me.

Then MY cousin was there,

and I was overjoyed

but his face was sad.

He was shackled to an old friend of MINE, a naked woman with demons in her eyes.

“Sapphire’s my birthstone too,” my cousin said.

And the dream was done.