Dreaming Skills

Trembling memories the dream passes by me. His complexion is a ray of moonlight and Venus spark. My gaze turns to the rain cloud and I thirst for water. Let the salts be released through me. I write salty words and my thoughts are salty. I get rid of easy crazy noise. The dream passes by me, already living my time. He has to dance waltz, ballet - pirouettes are his skills. The black swan becomes a step without error - he knows when to stop and close the door. Creating a charge of anticipation, that is his task. Do not listen to him as he speaks with a reflection in the water. Don't listen to him as he withers about freedom. You created him and he will not give you, everyone must understand his own shadow.