I saw you in a dream today.
At first I thought I had forgotten,
but something stroked and there you were,
gleaming from the comforting feeling that I had.
Sure, it was hazy, the memory was dispersed,
but I knew that sensation,
I know you, and that’s why it felt good waking up,
famished from the brief time I was able to expend,
for the courage that I now had
to face reality again.
Maybe it’s just my obsession,
but it was like a ghost had come, spoken their charm
and then left.
A shine on me, a path to forge and a reality to grasp,
I had loads to do and a mountain to climb,
but the existence of the ghost made it fuller, fiercer,
it made it beautiful.
You know, dreams could be such an illusionist,
taking us close to our deepest desire
and then destroying everything that ever felt important.
But with this, am I moving close to this ghost,
to this version that I keep imagining,
away from the reality that didn’t have you,
or from the memories that had lost your fragrance,
maybe because this poetry never again touched your soul,
or because my words always felt hollow
when you weren’t there to receive them,
when all I had was an illusion.
·poetry