a thousand dreams

I’m born of a thousand dreams  
left to little scenes  
in a time of lions, in a time of wolves  
the dark endures the light  
born of pains at night  
 
single moments left to caress  
a dead sycamore , a crying bird  
in a time of my virtue, in a time of my song  
eight wands  
pointed to  flying sparrows  
 
and a gate will open to thee  
the end will last at the leaves of a tree  
I’m born of a thousand dreams  
in a time of war in a time of wound
 
marielle  2015