The Last Dream


I knew it was the last dream.
The sky is of a strange violet colour
Light up from above by
The first spectral fingers of dawn.
The sound of my breath becomes deep and regular
The only company is the constant
And perky sound of the rain
Liquid drill which digs the stone of my thoughts.
We become infants before such conception of reality
It is impossible to live beyond the infinite.

With a glance of hope I turn around
Turning my back to the pasted
But the way now is dark
Between darkness, someone or something is watching me
With its eyes light up and full of fear

The terror of that image makes me feel
Strangely less tired and younger.
I sink myself in hope.

The seen changes and all returns dark and unknown
I knew it was the last dream.

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