I learned who my real father was after my mom died, and he had passed on a decade before. |
*In my dream the terrible horse began to paw through the air and strike out at the night - dark as himself, shadowed against the light of another day. “I’ve found him!” she screamed, “Why are you telling the world? You were OUR secret!” I hear her in my dreams - she was a silent beauty but jaded, like a swan who sang her secrets to me after death took her away. In my dream two grey figures hold each other in a blackened human embrace and dance against a clear background. “Touching,” I thought, “they are together now,” she and he – but who were they? My emotions struck the clock at ten, at eleven, then one a.m. Like stars in the night sky they shine on and I am left breathless; spell-bound. “You are our mirage!” she cries to me, “Can you not see him with me” You will surely know him only in that way!” In my dream my nightly ghosts frolic, gallop, and grow wings! They transpose into mists and clouds free from solstice or eclipse. And in the light of another day my dark horse flies - away. *In reference to Louise Bogan's poem "The Dream" 35 lines |