I'm missing your dreams . . . my dreams too . . . our poetry . . .
. . . . When I was to heaven sent . . . .
Our grapes . . . our tea . . . our sacrament.
My voice is hoarse . . . my feathers black . . .
I'm in my coffin.. on my back . . . I'm spent.
Come open it up, come let me out . . .
Release me from this awful drought.
You fed Egypt, fields waving . . .
You're dreaming for your dead brother and lover,
Osiris from the underworld who came,
You're sad wondering, how is it possible . . .
To put him together again.
. . . Isis and Osiris will find each other,
. . . you're his sister, wife. . and mother.
I saw you dancing your dance to day . . . holding two ears of corn . . .
. . . the Goddess with a microphone . . .
I saw your dance . . . I heard your voice . . .
I felt your trance . . . amidst the glances
. . . of a dozen admiring boys.
I wanted to talk to you . . .
Of your wishes and your dreams . . .
I wanted to meditate upon your clues
And compose your light in beams . . .
I dreamt two rivers . . . both fresh and blue . . .
They joined . . . and then they talked to each other . . . in a deep mournful tune.
Rivers like a road . . . I floated down both,
No need to drive . . . or walk . . . this you know . . .
You say you are dark . . . this isn't true . . .
You are so light inside . . . the rest just isn't you . . .
You brought light . . . you brought me back to life . . .
You brought a gift . . . I know you were a wife.
I'm feeling the hurt in your heart . . .
And I'm wanting to help that . . .
Yes what would the world do . . .
If there were no fear.
At last fear rolls the wheel
. . . of Kali's terrible cart.
It carries away my body
. . . away in sixteen parts.
I await you finding me again. .
. . . I wait where it is dark . . .
I await you calling my name,
. . . I wait you calling, "M__k".
Photo: Painting by Max Beckmann
