Dreamscape

I am Thowra, for the lightning. I am the charge that sparks in dark air, the bolt of light through the clouds. I am fast, I am strong, I am a shot. I am always moving. You are Wirrar, for the water-rocks. You are steadfast, you are true. At night you are enveloped by the cool water and you whisper ancient songs to the stars.

Did I dream you dreamed about me? Did we meet, again, in my dreamlands? I saw you there, you were dipping slow in to the water at a school of fish. The almond trees were all in bloom and there was no cold no cold no cold anywhere at all. Then you cried to me and I was so warm. I stretched my wings, wide, to greet you.

Were you there?