River Of Dreams

12 comments / Posted on June 20, 2022 / by Louis Cahill

By Louis Cahill I DREAM OF WAKING IN A FOREST. Or where a forest had been, now sooty black. Smoke swirls, orange eyes peer from hunks of coal. Charred trees accuse the sky. White ashes whirl in the air, angels lifted to heaven. I've slept through some...