After a long day, and most days are long, too long, I dress Sophie for bed and place her on her left side, where she curls into a fetal position and lies, quietly, for a minute or two.
Wherein the deep night sky
The stars lie in its embrace
The courtyard still in its sleep
And peace comes over your face
I'll lie next to Sophie, my body curved around hers, one arm thrown over her a vain attempt to calm the twitching, the leftover seizure, the cumulation.
'Come to me' it sings
'Hear the pulse of the land
The Ocean's rhythms pull
To hold your heart in its hand'
The twitching doesn't stop even when I slow my own breath, close my eyes, the heat from my mouth in the curve of her shoulder. Breathe, I think, I slow my breath, breathe I think.
And when the wind draws strong
Across the cypress trees
The Nightbirds cease their songs
So gathers memories.
The velvet night lends prayer a release; my lips might form the words of one, a plea a promise a bargain an inchoate longing.
Last night you spoke of a dream
Where forests stretched to the east
And each bird sang its song
A Unicorn joined in a feast
The dark is all around us but palm to palm I imagine swimming in light. Heartsong, I think it's called. The song of the heart.
And in a corner stood
A pomegranate tree
With wild flowers there
No mortal eye could see
Tears drip down and into hollows, breathe I think and breathe.
Yet still some mystery befalls
Sure as the cock crows at morn
the world in stillness keeps
The secret of babes to be born
From where come miracles?
I heard an old voice say
"Don't go far from the land
The seasons have their way
No mortal can understand."
The italicized words are from Loreena McKennit's song Courtyard Lullaby. The rest of the dreaming is mine. You can read more of my words over at a moon, worn as if it had been a shell.