I dream the beginnings of my story
and see the face of my first character.
Soon I begin to see her friends and allies
I am not sure of her name
and look for meanings that explain
choices she will make
and explain what she will protect.
I dream her dreams.
I see where she will begin and end
and the journey in-between is
free to unfold.
She will both love and hate water;
she will both survive and feel
like all is lost.
Branches to her family
begin to shape themselves
out of the branches
in the river.
Her face seeds a tree
of her reality.
No more can I say, but
it is time to go on her journey
discover who she is
and what her life means.