ZZZzzz
Dreaming about dreams, They are neither good nor bad, They are just dreams, Waiting to be dreamt. But I don’t dream often, Yet I don’t dream too much. Dreams never die, Dreams live forever, In the wild heart. I am a dreamer Who never sleeps. Dreams dream for a dreamer, But a dreamer rarely wants to risk anything for their dreams. Dreamers know loneliness, Dreamers know that catching a dream Is like watching a cloud pass by, Feeling the wind on the skin, Hearing the water, Experiencing the beauty. They have a sensual proximity, They are so close but so far, So far from me that I cannot understand. But their meaning is not important, What matters is their presence. Trees made of fire, Dirty smoke, A fishbowl full of eyebrows. I don’t have anything but my dreams, But I am afraid to live my dreams, Yet I am afraid to die without them. Dreams are in me, but sometimes they are not me. Sometimes I am the dream who dreams to be dreamt. I am made of dreams. My whole life is hungry for dreams. I want to be part of the dreams of others, So they can dream of someone I am not: With metal teeth, Long curling nails, A big bright smile.