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Recurring Dream Island

June 2003
 
 

27 June 2003
 

The Tapestry Reversed
 

Woven there, among wilted fibers
strange desires plied and twisted long,
long ago, a liltingly lettered sky of
lightning-pale silver leaks a song
so endlessly subtle, two drawn figures
step forth to meet a storm-drenched dance
that frightens them.  Soon they rush.  Now-liquid
whispers that seemed a warning glance
shot down from a narrowed heaven fill their
spiraling senses, each and all
entranced with the sacred flow of willful
memory.  What those sighs recall
is coming untangled now.  Behold its
pattern laid softly, sweetly clear
beneath you.  Your singing steps unfold its
meaning.  What more would you read here?
 

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28 June 2003
 

Marvel at Midnight
 

Woken to speed with softly streaming
shifting-cloud tresses round the face
of one who will meet your eyes with gleaming
hints of remembrance through blent space,
again you must wake, your old dreams dying
swiftly by bright degrees through deaths
endlessly song-allied as shining
winds wheel about between the breaths
that form the dear words about to list those
dreams inside-out till deep still skies
fly open and there re-haunted whispers
waver awake in longing wise
with raised lids and sudden silver voices:
Home you our heart have come to be.
Love through this midnight marvel’s moist and
shimmering mirror-ghost set free.
 

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30 June 2003
 

Balm
 

Forward the reaching feather laced with
fragrant devices, silken-pale,
pure balm of soft-blent ideas.  Taste their
sweetness upon the wounded frail
ulterior surface just beyond the
moonlight through which the feather leans,
the mystery you converse with.  On this
page the most learned word-lore means
to see you recalled forever into
favored reverse-obscure content.
Please to be soothed.  The mournful skin of
secrets envelopes deep intent
to lean in return.  Beyond the feather,
fingers enlace where love-words glow
unspoken but traced—a healing heaven
dreams never fleshed will never know.