The Architecture of a Dream

I still couldn’t remember the entrance

Simply because it never happens

But found myself vague in

The long corridors of melatonin

The ones that led into

A room that became rooms

Different and many

I had been to

The open courtyard 

And the garden

Yet couldn’t recall when

The water of the fountain fell

Like the sound of a forgotten smell

On the timeless space

I think I was on the terrace

Then...