In Dreams

[The reality of a dream

swallows every possible outcome

of real happiness]

 

Dreams are made of fire and dust,

sweat and old stories.

In dreams, we see ourselves

as they should be,

we see our beloved ones

as Gods and devils

playing a game

for our sake.

 

In our dreams

we laugh

when we want to cry,

and we cry

when all else fails.

We have wings

and we can fly,

we achieve

what is meant to be achieved,

and we die

without feeling any pain.

We survive cataclysms

and all sorts of disasters,

we lose the sense of time

and we dive into

unknown seas.

 

But dreams,

dreams lead us through the tides,

when the moon forgets to sleep,

and our eyes flicker restlessly.

Dreams make our hearts flutter

while we wet our pillows.

 

Dreams are dreams and nothing more.

 

And as the morning sun

dries our night fears,

dreams will always hold

the moment we thought

we could be our true selves.

 

Photo: Flowers and Lights creatives session. 

Through the nights

Lights are dancing on the walls at night,
flickering shadows talk to me.
The silence is too big to handle,
it suffocates us all in.
And the writing of it,
brings the sleepless tension back.
Can the past hear my whispers?
Can it read my lines?
Dropping love in the dark
I shiver.
I wouldn’t trade this silence for the world.
The morning’s light breeze
wards off the endless thoughts.
Keeping my mind busy
is all I can think of.

(Photo: Lights. Samsung Galaxy, Edited with VscoCam App)