I am tired...

I am sleep...

I am dream...

I am a miracle
I am a mouse
I am a room born from loneliness
I am a house made of wood
    
     empty of love...

I am a heartbeat without a home

I am a home lost on a road
  on a rod that goes nowhere

I am the nowhere at the end of the ocean
  that leads to nothing

I am nothing at the end

I am the breath of the sea
   stolen by the shores of death
I am death without meaning

  and I am tired...

and I sleep and I dream

of a sea that does not know death
an ocean that has no end
a road that is a home
a home with a beating heart
a love that is a house
a house with rooms
full of mice
mice that tell stories
of miracles that know
no loneliness