Where are the dreams born?
At the soft frontier of invisible worlds?
Where stars fade, and the sounds quiver,
like leaves in the wind.

I hear so clearly the rustle of trees,
and I fall slowly allowing myself
to linger in the void.

I feel the fragile structures of human thoughts.
I absorb their melancholic mood.
They are dancing in a gentle,
harmonious vortex.

Another dream has just been born…

Delicate drops of light
are touching my depth of soul,
drifting into the unknown.

The orbs reveal pastel reflections
caressing my mind.
This night is so calm, so tender
like the gaze of love.

Under my eyelids,
warm hope lingers.

The Gentle Night
I long to melt in your safe arms,
seen as I am.
Please, be my beloved Eden.