The Book Of Night Two

(II) The Nightscape is always a new place on each descent even for an an adept, like myself, who speaks both languages in my poems, often only semi-consciously. But my memory treasures impressions of both realms. At times, I sense them as a whole, a harmony of sorts, although highly dissonant... These words may be merely a human's human wishes, it's only the poetry that provides their wings to soar in imaginative flight. You see, scattering wishes and collecting hopes are human endeavors I endorse by my faith in language. The nightscape is always open to those who descend. That is an absolute truth. You are engaged in a homecoming when you make the soul-journey downwards, always and everywhere down, to the realm of the secretest beings of the psyche, never to be named, never to be summoned. They know their cue. You must be still, settle your affairs, quiet your feelings, and await the signal in your heart.