There was a monastery or a church in my dream.
I couldn’t recall clearly.
I was up, on a precipitous margin
By the pendulum or the bell of its tower
And about to fall.
Or stumble. Maybe jump?
I couldn’t recall assuredly.
A sudden apparition, you behind me.
Did I turn around, did I see you mirrored?
You caught me in your arms
~ safety halo pervading in ~
Floated us on the ground,
And then walked on the sandy path in front of me.
I couldn’t recall heedlessly.
It all dissipated into unwanted awakening.
What persists, as a tempest of cathartic sobs,
Is the epistle that it had inscribed in
My staunch substance.
The mellifluous discernment of
Own sacred guardian,
And the grisly, aching thought
Of never finding you again.
Of roaming unceasingly, paragon of utter devotion,
All around this world
And never seeing again your scintillating black hair,
Never feeling again
Wrapped in a protective creed of undoubted belonging
In your red cloak.
Of elapsing a lifetime alone. Asunder.
Oh, haul me up again
Now that I am too down here, I provoke you mine
Shattered in dawn's light dream!
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