The Twenty Ninth Dream Of The Waiting Prince

And this morning my Lord told me of his dream of the night before. And he said to me, “My dear scribe, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And in this dream I saw the sky overhead, blue, white. The sun, bright, warm. The wind, a gentle breeze. Silence. The sound of wings. An impression of speed. A shadow, as if a cloud passing over the sun. Feathers, floating, falling. Like snowflakes settling on a frozen lake. Like ash upon the hearth. Like confetti on a throng of guests. Like dust upon the shelves. Like breath condensing on the surface of a mirror. In them all, my own reflection.”