The Hundred And Twenty Third Dream Of The Waiting Prince

Now this morning I spoke to my Lord of my most recent dream. And I said to him, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And in this dream, I walked through the Burning City. And I followed a trail in the ash, made of glittering jewels. And the first had been scorched as black as grief, yet the second was as clear as fresh tears. The third was as gold as the sun, and the fourth as silver as the moon. The fifth was as green as the shoots of spring, while the sixth was as yellow as the sands of summer. The seventh was as blue as your unclosing eyes. The eight was as red as your freshly spilled blood. And beyond the eighth there lay jewels without number, without end. And these colours I did not yet know.”