I say I see & yes I do!
But all I see is a thirsty dream,
A fantasy far from real
Never to occur, forever to relish.
Yet I let myself lose into that surreal,
Where each wind waters it's wild,
And wild both - free and fright
Only to remain in the memory piled.
Spinning between a plan as by an architect
And a handiwork as by a sculptor,
Is the existence none can predict.
Both with fragrance that satisfies.
And from that surreal to this real,
Nothing do I cuss about.
This I know the dreams are deemed to be longing
As long as they live.
And this too I know, I live the unknown,
Still I let it bring it's wonder
And that mirage, a beauty of it's own.
- Sarah Daniel