Wednesday, October 30, 2013

AUNTLANI





AUNTLANI
(A telephone call)

Auntlani?
Yes, my little bird.
I had a beautiful dream.
Did you?

It is still night isn’t it?
Yes.
I thought it was morning.
No it is still night.
I dreamt about a more beautiful world.
What kind of a world?
There were more trees
and lakes and green fields,
and fewer houses and people.
It must have been beautiful.
Oh yes, it was and I was there
and everybody I love was near me. 
Auntlani?
Yes, my little bird.
Is there really such a place?
Yes, there must be such a place
somewhere.
I will dream about it again.
Dream about it again, little bird.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
And she peacefully slept again.
She was only seven, seven years,
I mused, and fell asleep,
wondering about her world.

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