BROKEN MIRROR

Crystal dreams


Every morning I collect my dreams in a blue crystal bowl
And over the years I had a room full of crystal bowls with dreams
In the dreams there were flowers.. There were butterflies
There were sky and there were rivers

All in different crystal bowls

The day before my death
I opened the door of my dream room

Dermas started evaporating
Like mist in the early morning sun
One by one ….
Sky dissolved into sky
River into rivers and butter flies become one of the many

And

There was one Sun – A red one in one of the blue bowls
Below the sun there was ocean



I Slept.. Without any Dream
With hands up in the blue sky and
With feet deep into the earth…
And body dissolved into the air