My Dear UNKNOWN (19)

A novel dream.


I fell asleep,
Because I was too tired,
Being so far away.
A sweet dream began:

"I slept on your shoulder,
For a moment I awoke,
I heard your breath
And your heartbeats.

Both sounds seemed a concert,
More fine as festivals,
Powerful and determined,
Owned by a fighter.

They song a music,
With marvelous trills;
Melodies of many things:
Of rights, purity, pity, tolerance."

But the dream had not pity,
And suddenly awake me.
I felt me again so sad,
Alone and with wet eyes.

Sun Twin