Poetry I

Dream of me

I've dreamt darkness, deep, unbearable.

I was part of it, a whole made of nothing.

It drifted me away, far, unstoppable.

I was the rod, paddling against the immensity.

I felt empty, lonely, blurred.

It took me time to see,

as long I could not say.

It took me time to breath,

and feel nothing but me.

Scare, stricken for being,

something that wasn't me.

I left the dream unleash,

wild, free, formidable.

I felt shinning, blazing, blinded.

I've dreamt lightness, bright, comfortable.

I was part of it, a beam, made of lightning.

It brought me back, close, unavoidable.

I was the light, shinning, throughout the totality.

I felt complete, strong, shaped.

It drove me high to see,

as far I could, I wish.

It drove me high to be,

a part of sun and night.

Amazed, struggled for being,

so alive to gleam and shine.

I hold the dream on tight,

bond, tied, constricted.

I felt sadness in me,

the darkness were again,

to take me far away,

my sins were much to say.

I've dreamt a dream of me.