DREAMSCAPES

Have you ever had that dream

so sad, that you cry

waking yourself up?

I had one last night

where we couldn't meet 

yet again

for many dream years

again and again.

In many surreal restaurants

under bizarre cielings,

I searched for you

only to find myself sipping alone -

the tea served for two.

I wandered the cloudy pavements

riddled with the embers of vestigial desires.

Centuries of dreamscapes

proliferating in a moment

and in every century, every moment -

Loneliness.

Only the dream, not even the dreamer.

I cried

Waking myself up to a life

much like dreams.