BY DR. AGONSON
I lay me down and shut my eyes and listen to the river’s roar.
I feel the gently rocking boat with easy sway drift far from shore.
So let my dreams, if dreams they be, be dreamt, and dreaming be,
for I dream as the river carries me. I ask for nothing more.
I stretch myself upon the cot and let the sun into my bed.
With golden light, renewing warmth, he kisses me from toe to head.
So all my dreams are dreams of love, and without dreams I’d be undone.
I lie under the noonday sun as though to him were truly wed.
The journey’s end, the boat has run aground upon some sandy bank;
the journey’s done, and I must go and walk across this wooden plank,
but still my dreams remain within, and all dreams dreamt grow in the dark.
Inside me waits a little spark, and so the light of lights I thank.
Tale Told 