THE DREAM OF THE LIGHT BOOK

From a dream of November 1, 2008


The forest blended with the foggy night

Whose dark in pools lay round the ancient trunks

Damp with a slinky cool mercurial light,

Sweat from a moon in black-dyed cotton sunk



Above the branches fixed in gothic arches.

I stood inside a clearing in the center

Of this antediluvian forest’s marches

Where all was still as peaceful sleeping zephyrs.



There hidden out of sight a woman stood

Reduced to only the most basic presence;

Or perhaps she somehow was the wood

Alive with all her cryptic luminescence.



Then from her womb a diamond ray, an arrow,

Shot through the fog and blossomed before me

With lightning pedals, each one clear and yellow,

Into an antique tome that floated magically.