translation

Half-asleep, up to my knees,
I wade in a vast ocean of dreams-
dripping, distant, flickering fragments
of memory fused with meaning.

Then half-awake, in dim lamplight
I look into the mirror, terrified.
The frozen face inside does not thaw,
and I can't remember what she looked like
before the nightmare magnified the flaw.

Half myself, half influence,
I am still that small child at the beach.
Salt clings to my skin
like the hope of a salvation.
I claw my way into the temple
in search of a translation.