In her dream one night she saw
fire on the hills
behind the moon the earth was burning
the air was full of chill.
She threw her head back in defiance
her neck stretched up and hard
her stare pierced the cloud of smoke
to see the land was chard.
She flew above the hills
beneath the earth grew red
she bowed her head with cry
her heart was full of dread.
She stood amidst the ashes
shackles on her soul
chained by time and sudden flashes
she bellowed out call.
Then she saw herself standing
by a gate so green
and when the doors open wide
she saw a sight unseen.
In her dreams one night she saw
herself wearing shrouds so white
and then her dream had turn dark
and dreary like the night.
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
February 22, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, CA
Kira’s Art | Crystalline California