For Dark Water and Drowning

Dreams mark the body.

And when the dreaming is over
the body dies.


Every inch of us dreams.
Every inch of us, dreams.
Ours and others,
ours and others.


Waiting in shadows as waves hide before their curls,
Summit upon summit,
Shadow into shadow,
Where the mercurial depths are abandoned unto darkest wantings,
the seed of God and life
of Hate and tender moaning
lurks and floats before and after,
outside and within
the Storm.

It was there we ran and played unknown and all-knowing, mere playthings of God
Dancing in the infinite playing light of the Kosmos.


It was there in Perfection we heard laughter and sobs and witnessed the beginning of
Distance.
We heard the rapturous reports of sentinels sent to bid us


voyage on and out and find your companions on the other shore.
We shall be with one another again. Fear not. Go and Love.

And from there to infinities' invisible
unforgivable
edge
Where lie undiscovered depths
Offering fruit and terror for everyone,


from there to edges undisturbed by thought or wonder


We have always loved one another.

And always been in heat to rage or destroy
or offer deepest thanks,
summon tears gods could have drunk once and been


Forever sated.


From there to here I have loved you

And wished all the paths In finity and Outside
the curving compass of the Damned
could collide over and over
so I could see all the paths you choose
and wonder always at your beauty.

II

Do you know what your dreams mean?


Have you walked their crooked curved hallways,
Have you felt your dreaming palms sweat?


I have. And I have stood over your shoulder just beyond your searching eyes
braced you for the Fall, prepared you for the Rise.
Held my nose against yours sleeping and heard
the slumbering Beat.

Look with me beyond the river we have marked together
oft
as foreign,
frightening
marked
by deepest racing azure.
Boundaried by great white
and gray stones
Fate-strewn along sloping green from trees
and the sharp blue of sky.


A mist is descending upon that river.


And when next you dream
come to the river's edge and remember I am there with you.
Hand out
I will hold it.


What spectral sights lurk beyond the Misted River's edge?
Dream marks upon your body speak
where we will go,
what we will do.


Deep into your body the dreams have marked and so flow
into our lives holy, awaiting recognition,
awe.

III

Remember we share privileged weight in Time,
touch dirt with our feet soon to return
remember soul's clothes, its screams and sighs


for together we are soldiers, lovers, spies.

So let us then play
to perfection,
loving still imperfect
and find Love beyond the River.
For Dark Water and Drowning can drag you below
to another flickering frame


but still our waker once and future worlds

offer fruit amid terrored life.