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).
Sometime small, sometime big But dream is dream Sometime it makes us happy, sometime it scares us But dream is dream Look it, feel it, and fulfill it Live for your dream and let dream live for you Long life
I kissed the pillows of her cheeks. Covering myself in the blanket of her caress. While here nothing is heavy. Maintaining the balance of smiles in the bed of her arms She doesn’t mind my snore, relaxed in complete comfort.
Last night I dreamed but not of Manderlay. It was instead of the Oak Ridge Cemetery, in Springfield where death evokes life. The moon bathed everything with its silvery beams making it easy to find my way through row upon