Before the dream is gone my little one please let this dawn go on forever stilltime in this faint light in which you fall asleep at last while tired and distracted I go on tracing the uncertain alternation between dream and waking, a fantasy gently alighting on your little eyes, already a nostalgic dream for me. Before the dream is gone, my little child, take hold of me with your tiny hand teach me to live without regret or pain and without fear you, helpless and with nothing, give me strength you force of life, you magnet of a love that is absolute and imminent. Before the dream is gone, my little one, we count how many pearls adorn this dark alcove now reborn in scale with you. I watch transfixed as you glance curiously at the world encircling you. What do you see? What holds your eye, where everything is new? Who am I? Who are you? Before the dream is gone my little one, I beg you, please let this morning go on forever beyond the uncertain alternation between dream and waking, a fantasy gently alighting on your little eyes, already a nostalgic dream for me. Used by permission of Story Line Press. |