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Cemetery Of Dreams
A strange experience
Visiting a cemetery of dreams is not an easy case.
I had to prepare myself for phantoms’ chase.
The shadows of unreached goals might be fast.
I needed to train my breath to last.
I coached myself for months for this,
in parallel with life’s other challenges.
I knocked on the yard’s door and it disappeared.
A man was there, caressing his long beard.
“Can I help you?”, he said semi-seriously;
his voice was silver, his eyes spoke loudly.
“No, you can’t, if you are a dead dream.
The dreamers can, but they’re not in this realm”.
“I’m the caretaker of this place, lady.
Do you need a tour to find your way”?
He “scanned” me and vanished with one pace.
Α “no” must have been written on my face.
I walked almost slowly and I found a sign.
“We are OK, whether dead or alive”.
Who says that? I asked myself loudly.
“We do”, answered a multi-voice proudly.
No one was there, no one but
a strange feeling deep in my gut.
I took a path I suddenly saw;
was it here before or do my eyes “draw”?
In between fantasy and reality
I kept walking to find clarity.
The left side was rainy and dark;
mourning was heard from a huge cracked ark.
The right side was warm and sunny;
music, a van, and a sign: “death is funny”.
Maybe these, the right-sided
still hope that they might be accomplished.
I observed my body trying to see
which side of the two attracted me.
Suddenly, all those months of preparation
seemed…
