Without Any Dream At All.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you were alone when you found me alone
you pick me up like a pebble on your path.
you imagine me as a petal, then a bee, then
a butterfly, then a dog, until then when you
begin to think that i am human.

when love dies, everything goes back. human, to
dog, to butterfly, to bee, to a petal, back to
a pebble.

then you throw me away, for i am no good to be your
human partner, and then i become my real self in the
silence of the pebble on the path of my existence...

i do not hear footsteps moving away from me.
i am embedded in my own solidity, the very foundation
of what i am, what i was and what i will become.

there will be a time when you will feel that way,
being thrown away, and then become yourself,
alive without any dream at all.