At night <br />I visit <br /> <br />the village <br />in which I was <br /> <br />born. <br /> <br />I float <br />above rooftops <br /> <br />dive into the house <br />next door <br /> <br />to my own <br />little home <br /> <br />swim down streets <br />with all the swagger <br /> <br />of a fish <br />amongst coral reefs. <br /> <br />It lies to the northwest <br />but is submerged <br /> <br />beneath the waters <br />behind a dam. <br /> <br />Each night <br />I visit it <br /> <br />leaving my body <br />behind <br /> <br />drifting in dreams <br />diving beneath the waters <br /> <br />of the Past <br />(swimming where) I used to walk <br /> <br />trying to remake it <br /> <br />memory by memory <br />tear by tear.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tear-by-tear-for-onelia/
