I am all that you dream.
Mountains of amber and of antimony
shorelines of crystal
more real than all the dusty plains
and snaking grey rilles of reality.
Adrift in the night
Your dreams are what created me
your dreams formed my every grain:
in ancient times eaten by a dragon
I always restored myself:
my triumph gave you the fight
to do the same.
Once your earth and I were one.
But violence gave birth to me:
tore me away, destroyed our unity.
Now I circle, collecting dreams,
myths, monsters, goddesses,
maidens more beautiful than words,
heroes and hunters of the night.
Neither wolf, nor lover, nor madman
could miss me.
They gaze upon my silver
to howl, or to love,
or to dream with greater passion,
or to take comfort
in the refuge of a small insanity,
or just to go beyond.
I give them wings
I give them longing
I give them my reassuring constancy.
Still a monthly meal for a dragon
I fight my way free.
Painting: Gazing at te Moon by Jan Sam