You Me Rêve Sueño


I am dream.
You are my morning
dream catcher.
I am vivid.
You are my lucid

Je parle en
français hésitant,
langue cassé.
Tú hablas un
dialecto raro,
ojos bizcos.

I am absconded
without a trace
of severe face.
In spite of the real
you make me feel
truly gone.

Trois poemes dans
quatre bouffeés
entre nous.
Un dia muy
alareado y
las nubes son azul.

Who can remember
what it was about,
that long figment
approaching from
withdrawing toward
the longest symbol?

Whisper me awake
without disturbing
my interpretation.



About mrsorenson

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