Friday, September 13, 2013

A tale for those who sleep


1 Upon waking, God said,

I had the most terrible dream,
that of my man’s body,
and of my woman’s body,
were born —

             Shh — quiet now, and rest.

But, to think what I have done... I must atone.

             Fear not, it is not real.

2 And he thought, feigning calm,

Whom, then, to tell?

3 An apple fell, ripe on the fertile ground.

4 Gathering it unto himself,

5 Gathering it unto herself,

6 Gathering it unto all,

7 God embraced the fall, and said,

I will comfort you.

            Shh — quiet now. Shh...

8 And again God said,

The children from their beds,
looked out in wonder at the stars.

            Dear old fool, his mind is gone.

9 But the light — child, the light — still glows.



6 comments:

-K- said...

It's always good to be reminded that at least some people can see the light.

William Michaelian said...

Yes — whatever it is, whatever its source, wherever it goes. Thanks, Kevin.

Jan said...

I feel that the light comes from within...you know..."feeling all a-glow." But, then I have also seen a beautiful light that surrounded my mother in a dream that I had after she had passed away. It was so beautiful that I cannot describe it in mere words.

Just sharing "the light" that these words brought back to me, William.

William Michaelian said...

It’s beautiful, Jan. I’m glad you did. Thank you.

Stream Source said...

God, dreams, calm, apples, prose... what does any of it mean or matter, but to feel love.

William Michaelian said...

Poem follows poem, within a poem.

Thank you, Donna.