I’m not sleeping,
just wonder from inside, with big and astonished eyes,
from where it skip, sometimes, a big pearl, steady
through my white and thin neck;

at belt, the chain tears is wearing down my skin to bone;
the hands raised to the sky flickering only to the pale breath of the wind;

I brought my soul for you, my good man;

I told myself that the word must be not finished
and had never been starlight asleep under the empty sky
and had never been mirrored today in your sight;

look at me, dream blue on me
in the fees night, when you was born;
I’ll sneak gently under the transparency of your moustache.

I’m not sleeping, I’m just imagining that exist
from inside
with big eyes…


by
dream fairy