As unreal as silent,
blue-eyed cats
touching your body in the dark
when you cannot sleep,
staring at the invisible ceiling above,
just lying there and waiting – for what?
Maybe you are afraid to dream
again that old dream of yours,
when, a fair-haired child, one summer,
at the seaside, you discovered
that little dolphin in the sand
with a gaping dark wound
in its blue-grey body.
Yet, neither the dreams you'll forget
in the morning,
nor other nightmares
are as bad as that
old reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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