One aqueous night I dream We are pure water in a rill; Sashaying down a frilly hill We sinuate in one stream.
In a lowly bed of translucent Sand, the moon’s up crescent Runneth over; we fill her up That fulfils us in her cup;
Dark trees quiver our desires, White stars mirror our fires; In amorous and amoral light We procreate the night.
We seek to rouse but too far Besotted in our night’s begetting We behold Venus – a betoken star Neither rising nor setting.
Notes for An Aqueous Dream This poem employs both onomatopoeic and kinetic effects: it invokes the sound and motion of water and the sound of sleep through the soothing use of sibilants (words carrying an s sound).
It was your integrity at the time of ubiquitous pain of separation, you want to move the home away from home coming to terms with the trauma your shadow was not following you playing dead nuzzling the earth, racing to
alone in my bed I lay still not able to pray I close my eyes to a world unknown cobwebs etched in the very fabric of my existence alone helpless with demonic bites viscous fangs with long stemmed dripping blood
A dream… Always like a stained past An unknown future A brimming river which dominates And takes you wherever it wants Doubtful, Undecided and Dark Sometimes sweet.. sometimes bitter Sometimes cute.. sometimes harsh Incredible yet uncontrollable Fantastic yet unpredictable A
Ignorant of limit, free of bond Virtuous foolishness, night-less dream All pervading, all purifying You are the pounding of the heart And the gushing of the blood You are the pain of separation And the exhilaration of tryst The sighs,