Dreams

People tell lies that  

They see dreams with closed eyes.  

In closed eyes,  

The unarrayed things fall on  

The moss, falling here and there,  

Which don't get the right shape  

In either the present, past, or future.  

Dreams stay in the country  

Of open eyes.  

To their hint, water, wind, house, soil  

Give body to desire  

And give soul to the wish.