Last night I dreamed of Jack. He was lost, but I knew he had Crossed the road And gone into the woods. I walked into the forest And climbed to the top of a pine tree. There was a nest there, Rocking like a cradle In the gentle breeze. The trees showed me the nest And told me he was safe, Gently rocked, Held close. When I got back to the ground I could see, far off, a circle of dancing women. White flowing dresses, Radiant warm light bathing them from above, Their arms swayed