I fellowed sleep who kissed me in the brain, <br />Let fall the tear of time; the sleeper's eye, <br />Shifting to light, turned on me like a moon. <br />So, planning-heeled, I flew along my man <br />And dropped on dreaming and the upward sky. <br /> <br />I fled the earth and, naked, climbed the weather, <br />Reaching a second ground far from the stars; <br />And there we wept I and a ghostly other, <br />My mothers-eyed, upon the tops of trees; <br />I fled that ground as lightly as a feather. <br /> <br />'My fathers' globe knocks on its nave and sings.' <br />'This that we tread was, too, your father's land.' <br />'But this we tread bears the angelic gangs <br />Sweet are their fathered faces in their wings.' <br />'These are but dreaming men. Breathe, and they fade.' <br /> <br />Faded my elbow ghost, the mothers-eyed, <br />As, blowing on the angels, I was lost <br />On that cloud coast to each grave-grabbing shade; <br />I blew the dreaming fellows to their bed <br />Where still they sleep unknowing of their ghost. <br /> <br />Then all the matter of the living air <br />Raised up a voice, and, climbing on the words, <br />I spelt my vision with a hand and hair, <br />How light the sleeping on this soily star, <br />How deep the waking in the worlded clouds. <br /> <br />There grows the hours' ladder to the sun, <br />Each rung a love or losing to the last, <br />The inches monkeyed by the blood of man. <br />And old, mad man still climbing in his ghost, <br />My fathers' ghost is climbing in the rain.<br /><br />Dylan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-fellowed-sleep/
