Such Dreams

[emmengard]

Dreams feel like waking and waking feels like dreams,
Standing in the doorway between worlds I no longer care which is the real one...
or the realer one.

I lost my name somewhere,
Standing between worlds.
I became a hundred other names.
I met you all there in that nameless place and shared your names
as a fish in a school shares the current.
I miss, already, such closeness to you.

Already the world of solid things and words, like shackles, contain me.
Such simple words.
I
You
Solid walls, built up with simple stones.

I yearn for the land of ether and mist.
I wish never to return from there.

They call that country madness
But they are the experts in words,
Words that outline the bare extierior and leave the center hollow and howling.
Madness seems a better place entirely.

-Sylvia