Night Cloud Dreaming





In a better - or at least different - world,
I would capture clouds to ride and glide upon,
Letting their manes carry me through to other lands,
Taming their skittish and sometimes umbrageous moods
And disappear into an ever renewed sunrise.

In a better - or at least different - world,
I would gather shreds of clouds left on the bushes
In the midnight garden after darkness has been,
Full of dew beads and tears shed in one’s sleep,
And make a coat of dreams to fly away.

In a better - or at least different - world,
I would wander into the misty garden
Feeling multiple breaths from other dimensions
Reach for my skin, for my soul, lick existence away
And disappear without a trace.


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by Nathalie Boisard-Beudin

2 σχόλια:

MpinelikoMistress είπε...

ΑΥΤΗ ΤΗ ΘΕΛΩ ΣΤΗΝ ΚΡΕΒΒΑΤΟΚΑΜΑΡΑ ΜΟΥ.
ΝΑ ΦΡΟΝΤΙΣΕΙΣ ΕΠΙ ΤΟΥ ΘΕΜΑΤΟΣ!

Dreamcatcher είπε...

Οκ, κάτι θα κάνω!