Tuesday, March 15, 2011


The universe is dreaming
Days woven into the dream
Punctuated by the waning moon
Sleep upon sleep
Time dissolving into the spiraling sky
Softened by the heavy clouds,
And the damp foliage of the humid forest
Days flowing into the dark river
Underneath the cave of memory
A sleep of rocks
A tracing
A tortoise carved on a boulder
An aboriginal dream of the vast plains
Your hand touching the other
Faces, a kiss, a cry
A child giving birth to his father
Age descending into youth
Dreaming until we die awake
To dream again.