The Lizard
By CloudRaven
The lizard spoke to me in my dream. We spoke of life and death, of fears and hope. She spoke the words of the prophets as her tail lay across the couch. I spilled my heart to her as she cocked her head and listened. Her sweet voice comforted me. In an odd way this all seemed natural. Me talking to a lizard and trusting her advice. As sleep shed itself from my body, I awoke, refreshed. Strangely reborn, a new person. Emerging from a soul searching dream. Written March 13th, 2002 © on Mar 13 2002 10:38 AM PST 0 • 10
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"The lizard spoke to me in my dream...."