Perfect, Basic Dreams Poem by Marius Silverstone

I dream of a clear day,
smell of the soil wet from mildew;
first, bright rays of light
waking up ladybirds.

I dream of gentle wind,
playfully moving my hair
in all directions,
and wild birds' voices.

I dream of a perfect peace,
without the noise of breaking,
without worries about tomorrow,
without complaints of unhappy people.

I dream of
my dreams coming through
at least in half,
in one-tenth,
so I could spend time watching clouds...


Marius Silverstone