Found in a Dreaming Night

If it is possible to assume that beside Wisdom there is a single wisdom for every single life that ever has been, is and will be; or if every single life has its aslant and liminal wisdom and its meaning in its particular oddity; then a single forgotten life has left its fleeting wisdom handwritten in blue ink on a flyleaf of an old ivory book published a long time ago by Thomas B. Mosher in Portland, Maine. It appears to be an inscription by a lover fancying of his beloved and I transcribe it as exactly as I can read it…

«To dream of dreaming together with her» …

#Lady Dreamraiser