THE PRE-NATAL SOLAR ECLIPSE
RETURN TO THE 12TH HOUSE ON S. NODE
by Selia Qynn, 4/92
I woke into this dreamland more than once or twice
So familiar it felt real, I was running for my life.
Its only dreaming. Running in slow motion.
Dreams are only thoughts. Can you hear me cry?
And a voice within me held on
To something way down deep.
I thought that I was screaming,
But I was fast asleep.
All my cherished wishes have somehow all come true.
The brightest star in heaven is shining on me too,
Or am I dreaming? Don't think about it now.
Or is it really real? Questions need not ask.
I whisper secrets to myself elusive listening
Forgetful recollections - inspired imaginings.
I don't remember choosing. Nothing's very clear.
Adrift here in this tiny boat
On an ocean full of mirrors.
It's only dreaming. You won't remember this.
Fog is all around. I don't remember... where?
Through the mist I drifted
To a place so dark and deep
Unavoidable as breathing I had fallen fast asleep.