It is always among sleepers we walk. We walk in their dreams. None of us Knows what he is as he walks In the dream of another. Tell me my name . Your tongue is blurred, honeyed with error, Your sleep's truth murmurs its secret.
Tell me your name. Out at the edge, Out in the cold, out in the cold That came into the house in your clothes The wind's hands hold onto nothing, Moaning, over the edge of the cliff The wind babble unintelligible.
David FerryIt is always among sleepers we walk. We walk in their dreams. None of us Knows what he is as he walks In the dream of another. Tell me my name . Your tongue is blurred, honeyed with error, Your sleep’s truth murmurs its secret.
Tell me your name. Out at the edge, Out in the cold, out in the cold That came into the house in your clothes The wind’s hands hold onto nothing, Moaning, over the edge of the cliff The wind babble unintelligible.
David Ferry