As I Sleep
No sun shone
on Adam’s breast
when first his strength
When sharp like a lion’s tooth
the milk of dreams flowed,
half the sea perished
stale with prehistoric lineage.
And under the rafters where
unborn children wait,
I dreamed of a world
invincible with perfect hunger,
inching out of each curse –
all armour shed.
I dreamed a second life where
tenderness abounded. In every
pyramid, pavilion, parental hand,
the secret light was saved. The ones
who sought did not seek again for
desert and grave were one. And the
salt and bone in each breathing body bent
toward the sun. No angels came, neither did visions
that gave a full understanding.
For what was not accepted or surrendered
was broken, pierced
by a savage love.
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Indigo Rising Magazine”, 2011
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