The Dream this Morning

[jack_babalon]

Slept much later than intended. Had a dream I was wandering in a land called 'The Garden of Epilogues' - which was filled with all these glass flowers and trees. It was dawn (or dusk) so the garden was infused with vibrant chimney oranges and blood reds. Whenever I leaned down to smell one of the flowers I was overcome with these visions of random lives after their 'story' had been told. A lost room where a skeleton laid under the blankets. A woman with a broken heart and a packed saddlebag walking along a desolate road. A small child who every time s/he spoke emitted a moth from between their lips. My father patiently smoking his pipe on a tree stump covered in kudzu patiently waiting for my mother and I.