The Urn With Dreams
I had to arrive in the middle of the world
to listen to the deserts’ wind,
and to the rustle of trees with unknown leaves,
and then to taste from oceans with waves
greener than jade,
from fruits warmer than the sun that caressed them,
to believe in new rhythms,
to watch the brightest
royally woven colors.
I drank water by the sea and stepped on the ground,
fell asleep under shadows as ancient as the world,
waited for and gazed at beauty –
a dancer with the music of ages,
with her soul twisted in eternal steps.
I’ve carried my dream about you everywhere,
until the tear shattered,
merciful
and you called out for me.
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