Sea of Dreams

The ferryman came and whispered
in my ear, asking if I would like
to visit that town I might not ever
see again but in my dreams—

I said Is that your first question?
for I knew no one could gain passage
without a token— And he laughed
and patted the grey hollow between

his shoulders, saying Come, sister;
in the trees the leaves are lit up just
like lanterns, and your face is a tarot
that still points all ways but one.


In response to Via Negativa: Mare Desiderii.

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