I dreamt I was sitting  on the side of a lake. It was night time and hovering over the lake was my mother’s head like a hologram. The ripples in the water danced and glowed with reflection of her like  moon light on water. I sat feeling the soft cushion of the earth of decomposing pine needles below me, the smell of  pine and the work of earthworms permeated the air. Raptured in the beauty of the night and her presence, we talked across the water in hushed voices of intimacy. Suddenly with out warning, like a candle being blown out by the wind  she was gone. Startled by longing and loss I woke up to my bed and darkness. But by morning and throughout the day that followed I felt elated by our visit together.

Liza Macrae

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Tivoli, NY. USA.