The angel of dreams has won again, <br />Climbing Jacob’s allegorical ladder <br />With insistent gestures, heavy steps <br />Wrapped in caricatures and cigars <br />An aquarium’s scent of ripe fruit <br /> <br />It is the wind which disturbs the months <br />Pulling them into the future <br />Like the smoke of a steam train <br />An opaque whistle in the shade <br />That falls away trapped in mystery <br />A distant repetition, a wine of blood, <br />A hideous scream like Guernica <br /> <br />Nowadays silver snakes grown upon my head <br />Carrying sacks of Sundays, sagging shoulders <br />Numerous as grains of salt, openly chasing <br />and returning that which belongs to the sky <br />Hissing and wiggling and kissing the sun <br />Coiling securely like ivy on brick walls <br />Entering tiny openings like red ants <br />Remembering often their battles <br />To release poisonous thoughts <br />of limitations and need for space <br />so violent; they seek under my heart <br />They are the owners of inaccessible rooms <br />Of tragic dances with forgotten persons <br />In broken nights they dampen my skin <br />frightening my soul with their music <br />till, I hear again the dreams of old friends <br />And the conversations of women I loved <br />In dreams whose vastness sets me afire, <br />like the fog on an ocean growing silently <br />Destroying amber sunlight with joy <br /> <br />Old asleep friends who at times <br />Dance awakened by my heartbeat <br />How many dark warnings we forgot! <br />Till I was left alone in agitated shadows <br />Atop empty beliefs, stairs of wasted lessons <br />As the ashen wind pulled time forward <br />And the bland fruits of the sky <br />Filled my mouth with parrots <br />of conventional wisdom and <br />tails of recurring comets<br /><br />Liberatore Suffoletta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angel-of-dreams-wisdom/
