Dreams and nightmares is my forest
armed with [nothing] but my artist´s palette 
gentle footsteps in shimmering pale blue

my moves are just a silvery curtain
silhouetted against a cloudy sky

in the stillness
[between the rocks of time]
hidden corridors of living breaths

rising to the mirror surface on a softly breaking wave
I will change from an outline
to a presence

to a memory