Dreamworld
The Sleeping Gypsy - by Henri Rousseau (a favourite painting)
Dreamworld
- by Lucy Hinton, 2012
I feel myself slipping
beneath the lamplit veil
into the silky waters
of my other life
the dark life
of night,
of colour and magic powers
stalked by wondrous animals
with flaming eyes
all familiar and exotic -
they are spirits
friends, enemies;
and they are also Me
The world of dreams
is perhaps the vastness
from which I emerged;
far wider even
than the world of day
The many creatures of my Self
drink from moonlit pools
lick salt
steal food
bleed
devour
and revive
the Universe anew
They are the prowling memories
and prophesies
of what lies beneath & beyond
the borders of this skin
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They are my prowling memories
and prophesies
of what lies beneath & beyond
the borders of this skin
They are my memories
and prophesies
of life before
I took this skin
The world of dreams
is perhaps the vastness
from which I emerged;
far vaster even
than the world of day