A Poem I wrote

“A Language Dreamt”

By Deeba Van Overberghe

©10/26/07

I walked into a dream

I walked into a dream of a desert language

Not easily spoken, nor understood

No comprehension on a verbal level

I walked into a dream

A desert language

Blues and grays sprinkled

Across a syntax of light brown

The smell of sage riding over

The rhythm of succulents, unknown

I floated through a dream

I floated through a desert language

The lilt of flowers over cacti tongue

Plume dancing, mid-air, yet
unable to take flight until night

Gold light twinkling upon dirt paths

Of the wily coyote and other such folk

I merged into a dream of desert language

The colloquialisms of the night

mix and move over the sand

Dry is the tongue of the desert

As I try to speak with my moist lips

I woke out of a dream

Out of a desert language

Awoke, drank and contemplated

Under my blanket

The language of the desert and

What (or who) it might be