Hyginus’ Library of Dreams

I dreamed,  I dreamt
that I grew wings and flew away
to a city on the sea.     I dreamt
of feathers, rooted in arms: cupped
palms, curled; fingers, withered
[away] like a river
toward a desert lake:
drawn down, sharpened,
saline.  I dreamt of night
folded upon night after night alone,
thirsting.     I dreamt
of sky and of rainfall,
of its broken and restless lines
streaming down upon my face.
I dreamed.  I wanted it,
I dreamt.