The Rivers of Dreams

By Fatmir Terziu I jump over rivers In the middle of the night I walk straight through them I face the slush the mud Even though I do not believe my eyes The rivers of dreams I have set off to rest Tired, hostage at midnight I swim continuously and without rest between them. Endless water in my dreams Rivers that flow endlessly Then loneliness is combed Every meditation begins. My rivers never sleep They have gifted me their attributes Even in the dark well of night they find me New roads to challenge. The rivers have been wild for some time In the my dreams in winter nights I do not know how to quieten them Maybe, a return to youthful dreams.