The Seventeenth Dream Of The Waiting Prince

Now 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 the Lady Of The Silver Hair lay upon the verdant grass of the meadow, smiling in the morning light, crying in the morning light, laughing in the morning light, screaming in the morning light. And from her womb, I cleaned away her blood. And from her breasts, our children sucked away her milk. And from her eyes, the hummingbirds drank away her tears.”