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.
