Robert Kelly Poem

by Robert Kelly

1.
Sleep, herald of the gods,
led me to this place,
opposite of Earth,
where all the light
grows out from the center.

2.
Here we see our friends,
all our unknown loves and lovers,
as they really are,
not dazzled by the light of day.

3.
Truth lives in dream
but we misread it
so often with our
ordinary daytime eyes.
So to fall asleep
is to come true.