26.

I sit and dream.

As if my dream
was reality.

Because now, I no longer know
what is dream and what is reality:

if it's a dream,
then mine was a

swonderful dream that

protects me from the night and
that the breath of heaven itself

cannot disperse.

I had a wonderful dream:

of life, love and death,
of laughter and tears,

of good and evil.

All things look
uthe same under the sky

which everything evens out.

A wonderful dream,

my thing of many splendours.