Confession

"Of things to come, of stars, of fairy-light:
I beheld an unearthly dream,
In mad colors, a frenzied, blinding sight,
That struck my very soul at its seam."
Alexander Block

…Of things to come, of stars, of fairy lore,
A vision came to me, unparalleled,
In mad and frenzied hues it painted o'er
My soul, and in its very depths I fell'd.

I dreamed I saw the smile of a child,
The wind's soft sob that through the hair will weave,
And a fawn's light leap, so graceful and wild,
Reflected in the blue eyes it would leave.

I dreamed I felt the breath of Astarte,
It scorched me with a bestial, primal fire.
On a hot night, the cards fell all apart,
To turn to charred ash with the day's new ire.

I dreamed I saw a hopeless, endless space,
From which there is no turning back, no way.
The silver wings of sorrow left their trace
Upon my temples, turning hair to grey.

I dreamed I saw the shimmer of the summer,
The way you laughed while pulling flowers near…
All this I dreamed today, a silent mummer.
…I was not sleeping. I was watching you here.

1987