She dreams

…he knows not whence these laws sprang, but only that they are and endure and cannot with impunity be violated.

Sri Aurobindo, The Human Cycle

Put her to daylight
the woman dreaming,
put her to sun
the moonlight swimmer
held to ancient patterns,
sleepwalker on familiar paths,
silver-tongued, but silent.

She is speech unspoken,
grape burst, wine spill,
a stammerer staring
at alphabets that overbear,
eros straining the diaphane
between poetry and fear.
She dreams.

It is past time to wake her,
put a pen in her hand
and tell her to tell us
how dreams bear fruit.
She may come to herself
if you awaken her,
and she does as she is told.