wildwood ovenbird My dream love left me. It was such a strange thing. (Should I even say this out loud? The trouble is, I find I can’t help myself.) For over two decades I’ve had recurring dreams. An ancient spirit visits in the body of a man I went to high school with. The body houses the man I knew and something else as well. He is the horned god Cernunnos dressed in human flesh. He is Eros. He is animal. He is heat. We meet. Unexpectedly. In unfamiliar places. He is always visiting from somewhere far away. He sees me. Not just the surface, but everything I have ever been. The dreams are erotic, spiritual, passionate, profound. Two nights ago I met him. We were sitting on a couch in a room with a high ceiling and a fireplace set into a marble wall. He had his arm around me and everything was warm. And then he spoke. He said this would be the last time. He said I didn’t need him anymore. He said that I had taken root. And he hugged me. And he left. And I wonder if it’s true that we will never meet again in that realm. I wonder if he has shifted into this one. I wonder if he lives in all this sudden blooming. The cherries are glowing pink again. The spring has woken from sleep. My eyes are more open than they’ve ever been. And I hear the forest calling. 260311 what's it to you? who go blather from