“…Blue Monks”

I had a vivid dream in my long-ago teens. It was about a monastery, and monks in sky blue robes. There was a newly built temple in a green pastel field. I was a novitiate lad running up its stairs of fresh cut wood with others in robes the color of the sky. I remember crystal gardens and rose mountains. There was music which danced in my soul. I will find this place. It’s where I’m supposed to be. The dream was calling me home.