Tuesday, February 24, 2015

The most beautiful dream, from "Traces to nowhere," episode 1

Confide in
rhythmic sound,
a soggy aria
that stretches, untroubled,
as you waken.

(Can this be between you and me?)

Eyes open, elaborate about
what was so good last night,
drifts of a hi-fi nightmare, the most

beautiful volume.

All this time, a pact to
turn down the dream.
Why didn't you wake me?
You thought I should rest,
wait until tomorrow but
I'm capable of seeing the

proof of tears.

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