Today’s letter, D, is brought to you by my dearest friend, Russ Kelly R.I.P. He was a talented poet, and had planned on publishing his poems, accompanied by paintings done by another dear friend, but unfortunately his dream was thwarted by his untimely death. I would like to share this poem with you, in his honor, because I’d like for him to receive the recognition he deserves. He wrote this poem in 1971, when he was just 22 years old.
The Dream
I had a dream the other night
and dreamt of many things
I wenched with mighty emperors
and supped with splendored kings
and soared across the universe
with wide ensorcered eyes
to touch pulsating fabrics
of many fabled skies.
I flew on mythic Hippogryphs
across the galaxy
and soared through skies as yet unknown
with my eyes to see
the building of the Pyramids
and found Mycenaean Greece
and sailed with mighty Jason
as he sought the Golden Fleece.
I slew the Nemeian Lion
and Medusa of serpent hair
and sought out ancient Babylon
with hanging gardens fair.
I journeyed on with Prestor John
Searched for all that’s dead and gone
Mystic flower, ancient tower
all these things were in my power
but all these wondrous sights to see
meant but little else to me.
I went down deeper in my dreams
to find the magic key
that would unlock the deepest door
and solve this mystery
this mystery of longing and of turning
and of tears
and of learning and of burning
and of fears…
But lo! And then I found it
the key into the door
beyond whose portals I would find
what I’d been searching for
I found the hidden temple
the entrance in the floor
went down many flights of steps
that led me to the door.
I put the key into the lock
it opened, and I found
(the writing on the wall told me
wither I was bound).
For I stood in the hall of the Gods of Dream
and saw before my eyes
the great, inspiring Asawot
the god of seas, and skies…
“Come hither:, he boomed,”Unbidden guest”
“You are at the ending of your quest”.
I told him of my longing
and in answer to my dreams
he looked at me and smiled and said:
“Strange though it seems
you are a godlike mortal
to have surmounted slumber’s peaks
to the Golden Castle of the Gods
that no sane mortal seeks
you ask me of fulfillment
and in answer to your plea
I say, be gone! Oh, foolish one
that would ask such things of me
For I am great and mighty
and not of such maudlin cast
that I would give you answers
to such questions that you ask
Be gone! And find your answers
by the light of breaking day
search not in dreams
but while you wake
it is the better way”.
And Asawot boomed at me
“That is all I have to say”!
But as I turned and ran in panic
Quickly from the room
I heard him sigh,
and touch the sky
heard him softly boom:
“For immortal being I may be
There are other Gods than me
The greatest is reality…”
©2014 Mary Purpari and Russ Kelly