Dreams

In a dream she kissed my lips “They are cold like ivory”, she said, “I want lips made of gold”, The sky was dusky, light losing to dark. If you dream, dream with morning A lone torch defeats all creation and a kiss must be fast Or will scorch my lips – Golden true lips. An Explanation: Since Science still unable to explain why we sleep, Dreams remain out of their field and keep their colored hue untouched. Because of this, poesy has given to humankind the best definitions about dreaming; from the two doors of Homer, the prophecies of Joseph, the butterfly of Lao Tse, the flower of Coleridge, the Wonderland of Lewis Carroll, the first aesthetic creation of Borges, poets have been sure to dream a dream that wasn’t quite a dream. It is their task to show us the line that divides reality and imagination without telling us which is the right side or which is the left side.