This is a poem.
It's a mutation of a translation by a Palestinian poet
by the name of--
and actually memoirist and critic,
brilliant man who died young from lung cancer.
His name is Hussein Barghouthi.
And it's called I Dreamed You.
He actually studied comparative literature in Seattle,
and wrote a wonderful memoir called Blue Light in Arabic.
And I don't think it has been translated in English yet.
But it'll be fascinating if that happens.
"I dreamed you a shrine of two, one who's visited for a vow,
and one who floats on water as glow, whether a visitor
or visited.
Love astounds me as if you were some higher
form of what I've lost and then returns to me
when the curtains lifted.
I climb your hands.
My body falls as glass.
My soul rises as fragrance.
Some climbing is ascension.
Some is collapse.
I dreamed you.
You fire up the Earth without catalyst.
Some eyes are mirrors and some mirrors are dust."