In our dreams
You carry the sky
Like the ocean of waves
And the sand of the sea
Was the seashells of the pearls
And the sunlight of mystery
That turned into the dark before the sun went down
Into the sunset and the dark was the moons
Midnight of moonlight.
YOU ARE READING
The me to you, The me to her, The me to him, The me of you and me, in our dreams
PuisiMy love letters of poetry to you Was the last memory that became the start of the dream And the only voice that becomes reality is the one I write in my stories from my dreams of you.
