I dreamt that you guided me
across the barren roads,
up steep stairways
and into the rooms of a kind stranger.
I dreamt I killed the Buddha,
that I fell headfirst into a blue flame fire
and felt no features of hopeless defeat.
I dreamt you were covered by
half a shroud, waking with a picture
of God in your hands.
I dreamt we were thrown together, flailing
our limbs until we entwined before the grave,
before the growing old.
I dreamt we kissed. And praise and guilt
were devoured by our sensual labour.
We found a doorway near that natural ocean.
We were crushed then cured by the heavy tide.
I dreamt you loved me as you do just now –
there was no loneliness, no voice withheld
and no place of shame.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Junk in July Poetry Zine”, November 2015
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“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.
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