A Dream's Pace Poem by Stefan Markovski

The wind of catatonic truths fills the sails
of a boat rushing to dissolve in the skies
made out of cosmic powder of the Mariana Trench
ghosts exist only if they fit in the pupils dilated by darkness
my dream is faster than any light
white morning pour white truths into the heads of the coastal seagulls
Sad is the science that judges love
whispered the ice-cream seller of our quarter once.

And God also looks at the mirror
And the heavens also ask for vigilance that's not a wish
lost in what resembles the abyss
if you look at it long enough
And the Earth itself has a heart
And the flame finds reflection in the metaphysics of a tear with the width of a sea
in which blue whales deliver my dream
larger than space itself.

Not all thoughts are orphans
not all illusions are ridiculous
not all the craters lead through the golden blood of the planet
not everyone breathe a sunny calm to dream ideals
reality is a challenge for those who burden themselves
with souls of paper boats
to transfer them from the other side of the water
that's fenced with human bodies
when the time comes and when only a small one comes
short, unavoidable, unmistakable, minuscule
wave
that'll convey hope
that's going to be
faster than every dream
one day…