The receding part of a dream

After long rains a pale sun rose in the sky

Tears are drying around the eyes of a child

Leaving a mark of mucus

Beyond sleep and its envelope

an almost cold wind

leading neither to future nor to past

falls gently on your skin

the time stops

another road begins

with ample compassion

for a reconciliation

now for u it might mean something else

this road..this terrain

and it makes me wonder

how things change

and how we must change

and how gold looses its glitter

everyday everyday..inch by inch

we forget the sky

for u it might mean the thunder

but enough for tonight

eat your supper

and good night