James Joyce's Dream
A mirror hanging in the universe
A fire fading on the mountain
A tide colliding to the rock
A dew dropping from the leaf
A noise echoing from the bar
A light shedding into the street
A touch from your fingertip
A silence to my face
A drop of tear from your eye
A hit of sorrow into my chest
A lover moaning in the crowd
A crowd shouting without voice
A cry toward Dubulin
A smile from Andalucia
-- 12.13.2007 Right after re-reading the last pages of Ulysses
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James Joyce's Dream
A mirror hanging in the universe
A fire fading on the mountain
A tide colliding to the rock
A dew dropping from the leaf
A noise echoing from the bar
A light shedding into the street
A touch from your fingertip
A silence to my face
A drop of tear from your eye
A hit of sorrow into my chest
A lover moaning in the crowd
A crowd shouting without voice
A cry toward Dubulin
A smile from Andalucia
-- 12.13.2007 Right after re-reading the last pages of Ulysses