My Sister

I met my sister last night
As I travelled
Through the shifting scenes
Of my dreams.

She came to talk
As I ascended ancient stone steps
To a secluded courtyard.
Somehow an idyll
After what had gone before.

My mistakes made
And rebukes received
Still fresh from previous scenes.
I had been busy.
And leaving a sacramental duty
To doodle and hide
Was found and upbraided
For my negligence.

So why did she come,
At that idyll?
Or did thinking of her
Bring that haven of tranquillity?

My sister,
Who brings love
And peace
In dreams
As in life.


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