Strange
What dream
A man tries to catch
In broad day
As the world busily
Passes by him.
A fleeting glimpse I had of him
seated on a small slab napping.
Was the night harsh on him
as he lay on the floor
stinking with his toils
with no roof overhead
looking at an absurd firmament
hazily spangled with stars.
Was he weighing his life in starlight
counting rusted coins of losses
breathing heavily through the void
as darkness weighed him down.
Was he waiting for a sleep
that would ripen his dreams deep
reaching him to the farthest galaxy
where every objects were made
only for him
objects of riches and success
and then deeper beyond..
love, peace and happiness.
Maybe the night returned him no dream
and trying to make up
he sought the refuge of day.
Was I the man in the glimpse
I thought
with nothing but dreams
as I rode away into the day
to embrace what is destined!