Poetry Break

Ancient Dreams

Ancient dreams
awake in the longing
of the night.
Who am I
when I close
my eyes?

I am the
revered body,
the sanctified
form.
I am the
aspiration
of tribes.
I am pride
overflowing
into bright days
of abundance.
I am the
awakening of
ancient dreams.

--Mary Ray Worley,
August 1, 2012

The photo is of the an ancient statue called the Dreamer of Malta, from around 3000 b.c.e.