Verse 38: Dream

Dream

 

I dream in the in-between; void is my dream.  

I dream beyond what my mind would think.

I dream of my senses to hear.

  

Sound of verses, of music, of ballads and nature’s own. 

By which, I mean tongues of creatures big and small.  

Voices call me to the alluring skies.  

Deafening thunder makes such a quake. 

Lightning strikes with passion.

 

Yes, I dream pass the storm. 

Touch of rain brings comfort on my skin.

Satin sheets embrace the moment.

Torment has passed to smell freshness.

In the air like fresh mint to relax, mind.

 

I dream to continue these passages.

Not avoid my creative mind of a brighter day.

Maybe is not today, but for tomorrow. 

Let go the sorrows of this night.

Take flight into emptiness of air. 

So much lies in dormant. 

True boundary for space has no boundaries. 

 

I dream of beautiful surroundings.

Even those considered ugly.

Eyes dream in different focus. 

These are my own optical lenses. 

Dream of moments to which I dream.

Know and feel the moment in real time. 

Translate and transform them.

Hold dreams in my very hands.