Dreaming 

Soon I will be asleep

My head torn from

its common mooring

I will descend into

The hades of my own

And slumber there

The solace denied me

Will be spent upon

My very soul

And I will summon

The heart of my heart

There upon a throne

I will cry the words

One’s heard

From all eternity

And announce them

To the black

To the soot

To the dangerous

And the blind

And fallen there

Will I linger

Hands to earth

Earth to hand

God’s descent

Becoming

Soon I will sleep

Upon the aegis

Of the heavens

And sweep my fear

To the furtive ground

 

Sleep now

And do not weep

For the weeping

Is dream

And the sleeping

The edges of a dream