Moonlight & bone

wind joined by moonlight
dances casting about
noctilucent clouds
of luminous white and shadow

I press hard against the earth
wondering if I might appear
in her billowing dream
as she does in mine

or if the echo of all the songbirds
now gone
will sound in the memories
of our childhood

remembering
remembering
like opal clouds
requires a luminous source

the confluence of air and light
is glorious and yet
what of stone rock boulder bone
something solid to ride with us
through the stillness?

even after all these years
most still gaze heavenward
for portents of their fate

and what of moisture
air and light?
noctilucent clouds luminous
under the moon
are enchanting
yet I want to be
the stone rock boulder bone
that might be found here
a millenia from now
nestled midst gentle sunlit hills--

© August, October 2009 Lorena Lobita Wolfman

Repose

I repose
in a sea of darkness
eyes closed while inner eyes
see everywhere bottomless depths
heart belly thought

my infant self swims through
spiraling turquoise
unexplored spinning galaxies
swirling jeweled galaxies
star dust dreaming galaxies
that which may become galaxies

seamless and imperceptible
as a black swan dreamer
as a silent breeze dreamer
as a rising sap dreamer
as an om dreamer
who has taken to the water
on a starless soulful night

my oniric self floats
on the waters of time
bobbing effortlessly
held by salt & water
bones & skin
night & day
up & down
held by moving stillness
held

by Lorena Lobita Wolfman © August-September 2009

Night Dreaming

you are night dreaming
in silence with fireflies
going out in order to light up again
night pretending nothing hurts
searching for peace under the sheets
believing all secrets have been discovered
night walking hurriedly towards the crack of dawn
to get there before the song of the red thrush bursts forth
this night you remember a life in which you danced
on the gypsies' stage
you remember and you don't want to feel the longing
you remember and you fade away into dreams
where you capture stars and elusive fireflies
there you believe you have found a secret entrance to enlightenment
you watch visions with your eyes closed
sometimes you slip on the flagstones of the past
but light twinkling in your eyes little by little
makes sense of the senselessness of the smallest things
and you light up walking in the paths of the stars
spheres worlds galaxies concepts of universe and God
your twin shadow, night stranger, sleepwalker speaks to you:
"I have come to tell you I don't believe in anything,
I just dream the universe and its contents--
I have come to tell you to whisper in your ear
of darkness of dust and of death
to iluminate the meaning of life,
I have come to say
there is no need to believe in anything
sparks and ash come from the same source:
wood, tree of life
trunk root branches leaves and sap
and fire--
I have come to say you live more precisely
after challenging the precipice and though you may fall
this teaches you anew the gyre of life
to trust the fall
the universe is open
in it you are at home
the windows are open
and winds that enter caress you
their breath requires no explanations nor qualifications
they are and you are
in this life..."


por Lorena Lobita Wolfman © Agosto 2009