With the thought that you accomplish me with a perfect creation
you unnoticeably entered my dreams.
I’m glad.
We connect the incompatible,
by a light gesture of hand, invisible thread of the lit
dreamology. We sow.
By the balance of pleasure and restlessness.
By the balance of blossomed will.
The harmony from field grasses and urban smog.
Like, unstable, this summer is.
Originating from as far back as the Old World. Sprung.
By dreaming you reinforce you position in the sky.
By dreaming you draw away from life.
By participation of the spirit, in dreams, you find your goal.
You are like all others, truly. Women I love.
Even when you don’t recall your dreams, you keep the feeling of dreaminess.
You know whether you are warm or cold. You feel dreams, always.
In the part between the body and soul, in the inter-step with them,
dreams have arranged their volume.
They made time easier for you.
They filled in the space for you
and filled you with themselves. As such.
As you don’t normally believe dreams.