in a dream i was a lioness,
in a sterling silver dream i had golden webs
weaving themselves, streaming themselves
out of my fingertips:
and i pointed you out, i drew you out
and up from the crowd and there you stood
all shining like a wave on verge of breaking
and said to me:
it is not enough, it will never be enough
and you will not learn to be still until
time and death and stairsteps force you
down into the dirt.
and from this dream i was slow to wake
yet when i did your face swam silent,
slow inside my mind, a vision staring out
at me your dark eyes:
and i said to you it is always enough
to be always in motion, the constancy of
activity it is enough to be convincing
and this love,
it is a cobweb in the corner, it is a strand
of moonlight that drips down onto beaches
when we weren't there, when we were standing
on streetcorners shouting and pretending
there was something to save,
there was something to save.
in a dream i was a lioness and built houses
with gigantic paws,
in a dream i was a spider and spun webs
out of sunshine.