Dream

Dream

The water kept rising until everything was covered by it. He looked around and could not see land anywhere. He stared at the sky. It must have been late afternoon, but the sun was still so bright that the surface of the water looked yellow.

He started swimming slowly in the yellow sea, dreaming about his rescue. No land anywhere…

When he suddenly felt something solid on his feet, he thought he could step on it to rest. To his disappointment it was a fish passing by. He could not tell how big it was, because it moved away very fast.

It became dark. He was tired and cold. He tried to stay awake for awhile by looking at the moon. He has not seen such beautiful moon in his life. Right before he was about to close his eyes, myriads of flowers and green leaves started falling from the sky. It seemed as if someone was throwing them from the moon… In few minutes he was surrounded by colorful flowers. They  were glowing like little stars all around him, keeping him awake till dawn, till he drowned.

“Luc! You will be late to work.” Marcelle said, as she rushed into the bedroom to get her shoes. “Your coffee is ready. I will see you at lunch”.

Some nights Luc still stares at the sky waiting for those flowers to fall, and dreaming about Marcelle coming back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Illusion

Illusion

 

Your face

A piece of hot iron

Is burning my mind

Your body

A column of salt

Is following me everywhere

And a feathered god

Amused

Is pointing at us

 

   

 

Moon

Moon

Oh bright moon, don’t lure my heart

 Tonight

 These two months

 Were two sounds

 That clashed

 My Love  and

 My Loneliness

 Oh bright moon, don’t tear apart my heart   

 Tonight

 Don’t you see  its already

 Writhing?

 

Toast

Toast

To the eyes that searched for my eyes

To the hands that held me forever

To the words that left unsaid

To the sunlight that brightened our dreams

To the sea that heard our secrets

 

And to the wind that took everything away

Mirror.

Mirror.

There was a young woman who lived on my street. You could watch her early in the morning drinking coffee by her bedroom window or at night walking her dog at the near by park. Her hat was almost hiding the calmness of her face which made her look like a young girl.

She started studying at the local university, but because money had been tight she spent most of her time helping her father at his small accounting office. On Friday evenings she would stop by the flower shop next door to get fresh flowers for their dinner table.

That evening, as she was searching for the keys to her apartment, she heard the voice of a man calling her name. She looked quickly towards the street and kept searching. She finally opened the door. He ran behind her and asked to come in. She walked inside the house and left the door wide open.

“Where have you been?”, she whispered, as she walked towards the kitchen to get water for the flowers.

“You know”.

“I have not heard from you for years…Why did you come back?”, she asked, as she was putting the vase with the flowers on the dining table.

“I told you that I will come back some day!”.

She took off her shoes and walked slowly towards the bathroom. Her image in the mirror started becoming one with the wall behind her, as her tears started running on her face. For a moment she really believed that he was there, behind her…

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