SILESIUS DREAMS Poem by Cees Nooteboom

Dreams are true because they happen,
untrue because no one sees them
except for the lonely dreamer,
in his eyes that are only his own.


No one dreams us while we know it.
The dreamer's heart keeps beating,
his eyes compose the dream, he is not
in the world. He sleeps inside and outside
of time.


The soul has two eyes, so he dreams.
The one looks at the hours, the other
sees right through them,
to where duration never stops,
looking is consumed into seeing.