Deine Stimme
If you must
traverse the paths
of the world of sleep
to speak to me
then why
are you so silent
in this human world
surely the wind
and the ocean
are also your creatures
surely the birdsong
and the leaves
where they lay fallen
may convey
your
messages
in the citadel
of nightmares
my chest still rises
involuntarily with
each
breath
and my eyes move
beneath the coverlet
of my eyelids
following these
acceptable visions
I am not a seeress
a succubus
or a madwoman because
everyone
dreams.
No. 43 of the "Caprichos" series by Francisco de Goya
