August 17, 2005
notebook draft: dreams below the surface
I've dreamed, in years before, more
deeply than I've cared to encounter since
I've been awake, and you've been here.
We live in a garden and are delighted
by the floating sight of ourselves
just there on the surface of a pool.
But I've dreamed before, more
solely and still, the perfect nothing
that is movement without cessation,
hestation, or colour.
And I've been to where our faces
of light don't reach the bottom.
Poem, 2005. Picture from a dream, 1999.
Posted by delire at August 17, 2005 02:06 PM