In my dreams I come face to face

with myriad reflections of myself,

all unknown and passing strange.

They speak unending

in languages not my own

and walk with companions

I have never met, in places

my steps have never gone.

In my dreams I walk worlds

where forests crowd my knees

and half the sky is walled ice.

Dun herds flow like mud,

vast floods tusked and horned

surging over the plain,

and lo, they are my memories,

the migrations of my soul.

In the Time before Night

D’arayans of the Rhivi

MoI, UK Trade, p.432