Aug 2018
A place unknown,
a stranger to no-one.
It's new to eyes,
but old in her mind.
In this place,
Sun is beaming,
through the dissolved clouds.
As the last light of day,
tints the sky and the ground.
That day,
like a celestial phenomenon,
moon rises in time of the sun sets.
And for a little while,
they became one.
The moon in half,
spark in her eyes.
Roses in her hands,
they bloomed so beautiful.
A place unknown,
an ethereal place.
Of which she steps on,
too many times.
In deep sleep,
under the starry night.
But for once ㅡ
on that day,
it's real.
a stranger to no-one.
It's new to eyes,
but old in her mind.
In this place,
Sun is beaming,
through the dissolved clouds.
As the last light of day,
tints the sky and the ground.
That day,
like a celestial phenomenon,
moon rises in time of the sun sets.
And for a little while,
they became one.
The moon in half,
spark in her eyes.
Roses in her hands,
they bloomed so beautiful.
A place unknown,
an ethereal place.
Of which she steps on,
too many times.
In deep sleep,
under the starry night.
But for once ㅡ
on that day,
it's real.
For when we always have that one beautiful dream of a beautiful place which stays there for a long time or perhaps, eternity. At night, in my sleep, I always dream of the same place ever since I start dreaming up until now, the place remains the same. It's just amazing how our brain works.
ㅡ n.s
ㅡ n.s
