Dreams tell me a being
lives a secret life
in the traces of my thoughts.
Neither male nor female but
partaking in both genders,
this being has no fixed contour
but swirls through the ether
in a succession of shapes
across the same time and space
that carries impressions of my being.
My dreams reveal a giant that dwarfs
me in body. But I am certain we have
within the same Old Soul, whole and wonderful.
What is this being? Why does he occupy
the same space and time as I? Is that
other one my guardian, or am I his?
Does he know I search for traces
Orpheus, and seek the presence of Isis
to pay homage to her and affirm her life.
Perhaps these are our common goals.
I love this poem, Daniel) It feels the same: there is someone inside us like another person isn't it wonderful?
We as human beings spend all our lives trying to understand what we actually are. Your poem is a 'charming' (Should I use that word? Well, you alluded to Orpheus) take on that fundamental conundrum of human existence - at the end of the day, who we really are? A very well crafted poem, Mr. Brick. Thank you for sharing it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dreams fascinate me, daniel. and i've written several poems reporting on what i remember of them. i myself don't have a fix on them—they vary so widely. one obvious category is of desires illustrated in a wonky and sometimes circuslike dream landscape. i've had one prophetic dream. and then there are a bunch that i can't categorize. among these i treasure ones that lift my spirits, like dolphin dream or i was visited. -glen