“Later, as the moon rose and tangled in the winter-bone branches of thorn trees, she asked, ‘Can you guide your dreaming? can you move your dreams along pathways of desire? do your dreams shift in the spaces between dreaming and waking? and, when you wake, do you remember the pathways your dreaming mind has walked? or do your dreams dissolve in the light of each new day?’ She could not tell if he was asleep or awake, if her words were a lullaby. And still she has more questions.”
