She dreamed of 
a rampaging river
ripping through the cold night sky
She dreamed of impossible
made practical
and doubtful
giving it a try
She dreamed of worlds clashing
and uniting
of day and and of night
of digging deeper holes
of black and of white
and all the colors, implied 
in between
in between
She dreamed 
of magick and mastery
of fear and of flight 
of hope and of horror
despair and of fright
but mostly
hope
Mostly
she dreamed of Hope
.
And then
she woke up
filled her cups with water
and took them 
to the river
and poured them deep within.

 
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