For national Poetry Month day 4. The prompt for the day asked to write a poem based on an image from a dream. I chose to go with dreams as a genre of mental experience.. Here goes.

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What if a dream
is the whisper of God,
his touch, light
on the shoulder
feather-like,
a word in the ear
of the worn and the weary:
Come drink, fill yourself
with this water?

What if..