Poem - Dionysus of the Dreaming
I have seen him in my dreams So much a normal part of my night, now. He still scares me. His eyes, green, verdant, powerful - They to me with emotions I have never felt When I was alone. The figure in my dreams hunts me down Night after night, yet smiles when he captures me As if he holds a fit of laughter So close in check. His long, twisted hair, fans softly across my cheek Sighs, long, drawn out, a longing Terrible hunger, unable to quench This Lord of the Green, Dionysus in the flesh. Madness, it comes for me Through the eyes of green, staring, holding me Bound, wrapped in His pagan arms. Am I feeling love for the first time? Or, is this the last? He smells of musk, freshly turned earth, Kisses made of water, magic And Death. Rough, calloused hands, made dark by moonlight Touch my face, that same smile lingers As a torment to my existence. Still, he does not tell me of the secret, The why of the smile, damn, forever Like Paradise Lost, Milton’s sacrificial lamb. “Make m...