Little Soul from the walls of powerful hiding
being small with clasped hands that dream
powerful dreams within knitted locks —
from the safety of blankets and walls,
Allow love and mind and poetry prevail!
During transgression between flesh and mind;
sleep and wakefulness the world is more than one!
Upon awakened eyes! The small key of hardness
unlocks the lock — with a tender whisper.
The dreamer (me) is uncomfortable. Being here.
For i have left my love over there. Inside
And i vow to dream again and again until i find
my love over there!
:: 01.06.2021 ::