Not giving up the dreams

Not giving up the dreams,
But only knowing them better.

And in the midst of that process,
The following out of skew lines,
Far striking in dark blueness,

And always playing Sisyphus,
Victim of a myth,
Victim of myself,

I hold, and will hold,
to that kernel
that I have known in secret,
The seed-pearl at the center.

Mine only, and yet not mine,
And so I do not name it;
Content to have it there,
To open my eyes upon it.