DREAMLAND

Darkness. Silence.

You're slowly relaxing.

Nothing matters.

You have no plans.

No one knows

What will happen.

There is no present

And there's no past tense.

You have no gender

But it could change quickly;

You might be defender

And then become lady.

Have you met dead people?

You might get a chance.

They might smile, show dimple

And ask you to dance.

Your wildest dreams

Here might become true.

Nothing is as it seems:

Moon can become cheesy and blue.

Where is this strange place?

I gave you the clue.

The dreams that we chase

They're within me and you.

I was sitting in the field watching groups of kids practice soccer. The sun was setting behind few sparse clouds and it was getting colder. Since the night before I didn't get enough sleep at that moment looking at the trees I was starting to think: how it would be nice to take a nap... But instead of the nap this poem was born...

Sept.28, 2010