Wednesday, November 17, 2010

dream a little


The sea takes a bath
and the sky flutters.
I bubble over with dreams
on the other side of our bed.
I follow the path,
I fly, speak hundred of languages
I die, rise up on a cloud.
The sea takes a bath
and the sky is chasing dark clouds
I bubble wrap my dreams
hitch-hiking back and forth
to Atlantis.