I need a dream to guide my solitary sleep
and help me forget my waking life.
Hold my hand, dream! Together we can explore
the distant lands of beauty.

Take me to mountains where horizons stretch far,
to oceans whose waters cannot quench
the insatiable thirst of humankind.
Lead me to a grave where I may question
the mysteries of the afterlife.

After all this, oh dream, speak to me.
I know you’ll vanish when the sun rises,
but you are a truer friend than those
who offer hollow smiles.

You are not mere fantasy,
but a yacht that sails me away
from this greedy world to my serene
realm of joy.
“You are my letters,”
my words of solace.