In my dreams ~ I seek knowledge.  

I close my eyes and I see the forest.  The forest is a myriad of hues: dark purples and black with no signs of life, but I am not afraid.

Ahead lies an unsturdy bridge and I question if it will hold me.  I look across the bridge and a bright, inviting scene.

With trepidation, I cross the bridge breathing slowly and unevenly ~ thankful for every step closer.

Upon arriving, I find a tree and rest in its warm embrace.  The tree envelopes me, enjoying the relief I feel from crossing the bridge without folly.

In arms appear my two angels, one smaller than the next.  I caress them and hold the close, quite content if the moment is my last.

Mother Holle appears, under the guise of a tiny fairy.  She breathes comfort into my heart and fills me with a tranquility tantamount to sleep. 

She takes my angels from me, silently assuring me that they will be under her watch.

I lean my head against the tree, allowing it's branches to soothe my pain as I watch my angels slowly drift up toward the sky.