The Ideal Dreams Poem by Kiki Materi

My dreams have been foredoomed then
My thinks stucked in a wry mazeroom
My wings melted under the sun
Only hopes were thrown around me

I found in my heart planted seeds
An invitation for dinner
Our guests blackbirds
All together start symposium
They peck viscus
Blooding beads wet all the feathers

The lost in my old fridge
Among peas and beans
A childish behaviour
Holding a fresh wing
The yard was crowded
And my dog was full

Now, leave me alone
I am dreaming
Like a successfull man
I am flying above the sky
I swimm down the seas
That is ' The ideal dreams'