Dream Infection

Water flows,
no use to resist,
unflooded mind.

Moon light sonata,
repeated darkness,
quiet tears.

At the darkest hour of emptiness,
shadow turns into inner light,
and tears rejoin the stars,
in this moment of serene rebirth.

Ten winters ago,
I could touch music,
painting in words,
breathe life into poems.

Ten winters ago,
I was with my soul,
reaching back in time,
’til you whisper to me once more.

Sometime I stand,
on the shore of time,
learning the secret,
of a dying star.

Sometime I walk,
over a bottomless ocean,
of past tears,
in solitude.

Sometime I look,
to the lonely moon,
the light of dark void,
serene illumination.