A Hopeless Dreamer
What I like most is the twilight
Where things are none of the above
Where I see and can’t tell
What I see.
The pleasure that I can feel
But can’t express.
I love to get lost
In the music of a language
That I don’t know
In a dream that I can’t achieve
In a road I can’t walk
With the person
I don’t know
Or can’t have.
I am cozy with the misty morning
And the dense fog
Where I carve out
A land of make believe
Filled with mermaids
Angles and damsels,
There, you and me
Become two entangled red balloons
Slipped away from the earth
And onward bound
In the vast blue sky.
((*.*))
Imagene
February 8. 1999
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