I painted my body
in words

- and then I fell asleep


When I woke up
the words were gone
...

only a diffuse memory of some of them
still lingered in my brain wires

- but mostly it was all
blurred and mysteriously
softened by the dark night's touch
- its hands had covered my
body while I was sleeping
like erasing every letter
- only leaving a few traces
of ink on my curves

- I felt tired and awake
at the same time

- clear and - unclear

- as if I was caught somewhere between
the lines...

I started reading a book
but I could not concentrate
on the words - as they too,
seemed to vanish right in front of my eyes

It was like a knight on a white horse
came and caught my attention
with his shining armor
- one hand holding the sharpest
sword I had ever seen - while
with his other hand - casting a spell
over me...
- and there I was - there I sat
in my bed - trying to get back
to my book - my story - on page
- something
...

but some of the letters were missing
- leaving me with words - that was
not really - words at all...
and it could all be summoned up in
one word
- confusion.


The music slowly faded
into the sunset of my mind
and I drifted across a slow
running river - my mind
scattered by the sound of
the birds beating wings
- and calmed by
the low thunder rolling over
the landscape

- and somewhere
far away - yet so close - I could
see - hear - and feel - how the changes
of time - the glimpse of light penetrating
the heavy clouds - reassured me
that there is nothing to fear -
but what lies in my own mind
- and then

- I let go - and I drifted into yet another night...

words vanishing into the clouds - carried
by the arms of the thunder rolling across the sky


The fog had lifted as I drifted
and the morning sun were about
to gently wake me up


- once again