candles lit
on the
back of
the wooden desk
pink flowers
fading
but not
wilting, well wa-
tered. Tassels
hang from
the blue
Celtic cross and
Tangling sha-
dows drift
from an-
gled face. Oneir
guide this small
journey:
it is
not far removed
and she has
been wai-
ting for
a while the edge
of her eye-
lid falls
she sleeps
at last released.