I dream of a clear day,
smell of the soil wet from mildew;
first, bright rays of light
waking up ladybirds.
...
We walked on the beach under starry night,
We swam in the river just before sunrise;
We threw dry leaves at each other in the park last fall,
I spread some blueberries on your face.
...
Writer, painter and a general defender of humankind...)
Perfect, Basic Dreams
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