I, Me and Other
Poetry by Gill Schwartz


SOMNAMBULE DREAMS

In the first dream I was home
in a cave of red-darkness.
A heartbeat not my own
clenched and unclenched about me.
After a timeless while
I was given leave to uncurl,
fell deeper into the next dream
and became more real.

Wandering, I found three stars of blood
that marked the points in which to construct a play,
of bliss and tragedy, to make my own.
I played it through, though never found its name.

Because the first two dreams were dreamt
just in my soul, they were more hidden, secretly known.
In this last, deepest dream now,
I am in my body and awake.
The Cosmic Egg is my womb.
I am about to be shoutingly born,
should I decide to.

Copyright Nathaniel Schwartz 2003   www.WisdomVisions.com