…Divine Dream | Excerpt from Night, Mystery and Light
An offering from J.K. McDowell, author of Night, Mystery & Light. Below we have included one of our favorite selections from Night, Mystery & Light as well as a new unpublished poem from J.K.’s journal!
. . . Divine Dream.
When I first met Randolph Carter we were tourists,
Americans who had lost their way in a strange land.
The reveal? That soft moonlit terrain was your dream.
I have crossed swords with many poison tipped blades.
Not always victorious but always making art
With these words in mind: “… to sleep, perchance to dream.”
Are your lips true? So much in our world has become
Plastic, virtual, synthetic, simulated.
I know just to be able to kiss you would make real this dream.
Are you awake? The fatigue stretches the sinews
And so much is out of proportion. One drop too
Many of this antidote and I will never dream.
James, your moonlight scribbling must cease for now.
The healing need is for the imagination
To bleed into reality. Close your eyes, just dream.
These words are a failure – I can only ask your
Patience and blessings that these poems might someday
Make clear some gesture, some dance in the Divine Dream.
—Excerpt from Night, Mystery & Light
To compliment this wonderful selection we offer an previously unpublished poem from J.K.’s poetry journal.
… or Night.
Each sip is precious, drinking from each other’s grief.
Souls mingle then are torn apart but flames remain.
That fire is a gift. This will take most of the night.
Moonlight, silver crescent, sharp against my throat.
What pleas would grant me another day of writing?
This happens so often, yet I cannot fear the night.
The Beloved lifts Theresa from the floor.
Winds of passion, the cloak rustles, folds, flowing.
Here, feel this Divine Ecstasy, in the darkest night.
Sometimes the sunlight is more dangerous. A target
So well illuminated, any pause means the end.
Moving among such brilliant arrows I pray for night.
The final alchemy? This is far from over!
The ingredients, the proportions and the timing.
To see the stars, we need to wait until night.
Federico’s Heart opened wide to embrace the Moon.
What else could any eyewitness account add?
Anyway Jim, I was not there, day or night.
—By J. K. McDowell, April 2012