tales for dreamers: reflections
Mirror, mirror on the earth, if I were to peer into your depths, what will you show me in return? Something that lurks between death and birth?
The little boy skipped through the forest as surefooted as someone who has been on the trail a thousand times blindfolded. I had to run to keep up with him.
He was leading me to the waters, so I paused for breath and drained the remaining drops of water from my canteen, but not without a second thought.
"Hurry up," he whooped from somewhere far ahead of me.
I stumbled after him, praying once again (to any God that cared to listen) I wasn't being misled.