A Dream

Dreaming to be on

The top of all stairs

For the obstacles

Not to be cared

A dream so fine and fair

I question myself

What’s my sphere?

A dream with eyes closed

So distinct from the one

Perceived with sensations opened

An unknown wave of doubt

Intimidates the innocent soul

Which yearns to be

Identified and remembered.

It’s this dream that

Drags me up often

And the fear of its breaking

Makes my will toughened.

For ups and downs are the

Parts and parcel

Of this little aisle.

A somnambulist I am

Traversing a path so obscure

Trying to absorb the

Essence of the world

From a divine herald

With a hope and desire

Of an eternal transformation.