and i'm dreaming...

and i'm dreaming;
of translucent eyes
blinding skylights
brightly soaked rooms

rolled, scratched, peeling white paint,
faded damasks,
dusty vases.

and i'm dreaming;
of a blue toned reality,
moving polaroids,
new souvenirs: infinity.

fresh breath of an opened window,
sheer curtains, laughing
two ghosts, laying.

and i'm dreaming;
for (our) outbroken leather, light cottons,
destroyed chiffons,
torn up lace

mistaken for spiderwebs,
ripped, stitched silk,
our threaded lives
(on canvas)

and i'm dreaming;
brushing the smoke off your eyes,
like the holes of your face
ropes to your soul.

hanging upon my dirty hands
unforgotten alphabets
blowing clouds.

and i'm dreaming;
a green garden, ours, and a tree
growing from ashes, death
in the middle, a mess.

luxurious fruits for thirst
a shell, for show
our running roots
(from tomorrow)