A Dream of You
That thing in which all things are contained:
The mind of the Dreaming God, that summons forth
In his dreaming, the universe. The silent suns that burn
And die among the maelstroms of the sky.
The shrimp in the desert, that spring to life in sudden water.
Vishnu dreams. He dreams of you.
There, where you sit, a woman illuminated in starlight
An impermanent fluid shape, a ghost among the rocks of the karesansui,
You, who I have come to know, I do not know at all in life.
There, musing among the symbols I have sent to you, these letters,
Each follows each, among them lies a self I do not know, that only you
Can see, these things are also in my dream.
Pygmalion among the chips of marble, prays
For stone to turn to flesh, he has become creator, lover,
Amor sui generis, can this be love? I cannot say
For in their crooked wisdom, that only Gods can have
They gave the man his wish, his woman.
They gave him the dream he had summoned forth.
A dream like this they understood,
A creator's dream, the Dreamer's dream,
A dream of blood and fire and all that dies.
Day, and night, night and day,
The song returns to the note from which it began
Rocking, slowly, the child is lulled to sleep
With the sound of its mother's voice, singing, singing.