Author’s Note

Some dreams don’t feel random.

They feel intentional.

Like you’re being led somewhere–through places that don’t exist, but still feel familiar. Like every step means something, even if you don’t understand it yet.

This piece comes from that kind of dream.

The kind where you’re not just wandering–you’re following.

Following a feeling. A voice. A pull that feels personal.

And just as you get close enough to understand it–

you wake up.

— Rowan Evans

Just Before I Arrive
Poetry by Rowan Evans

In my dreams last night,
I wandered unfamiliar
city streets—

the lights humming
like they knew me,
though I’d never
walked there before.

Every corner
felt like a memory
I hadn’t lived yet,
pulling me deeper
into the maze.

That’s when
I heard it—

her voice,
off in the distance.

Another thread
in the pull.

Her words
echoing through—

Come find me.
I won’t be hiding.

This is an invitation—
from me to you.

With every word,
I moved closer
to the source.

But just before
I arrived—

I sat up,
opened my eyes,

and rejoined
the waking world.

If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]