Dream no. LII
The open window
Sea poems in my ears
The television has been left on all night long,
repeating, in an obsessive way,
the video in which a man burns.
I had a dream
and I would like to be able to paint it.
The spring seems to have arrived this year too.
But it’s still cold outside.
My heart beats slow.
I know, I will not get up so early this morning.
I’m seeking a balance.
That’s impossible at this latitude.
Among my past lives.
In today’s life
and in those that I’ll live, perhaps.
The time leaves no time.
It continues to flow.
I think back to the dream.
A real shame, I can’t paint it.
_Hugh S. Graves_
“Dream no. LII”
Milano, Italy, Nov. 2012
© Massimo S. Volonté