Duet with Virgil

"There are two gates of sleep, one of which it is held is made of
horn and by it real ghosts have easy egress; the other shining
fashioned of gleaming white ivory, but deceptive are the visions
the underworld sends that way to the light." ~Virgil

And such is the waking dream I live,
my ghosts are the breath the darkness gives
to find me, lead me, sleepless
into memory and prophecy
to wander my own abyss;
tempered blackness
always open,
a nightmare
broken...
-jagüey-

© 06 marzo 2006
jagüey​

 

Simply marvelous!!! but I am partcial to your poetry...this has exceeded any of the ones I have read...

XOXOXOXOXOX

 

Thank you so much, Lupita, I like this one myself also. Sometimes the words just come without too much effort and this one was like that. FYI, this is the original version, the Spanish one posted in Gothic poems is my translation, both for the Virgil portion and for my own poem. Thanks for reading me, hugz and kissez,
jaguey