In the night, in my dream

I was searching my love

with all my means and skills

I was searching and recalling

some lovely moments I’d passed

with her in the first spring

after a tiresome exercise

I found her seated in a remote corner,

I was tired and looking weak

but I lifted her up

in my arms at once

to us this reunion was a new life

we wept, smiled and returned home,

when I woke up

I narrated my dream to her

she smiled and after a pause,

she said, “Everyone searches something

and some lucky souls find it”

with this, something disappeared from me

and something came to me

between my night and my day

between my dream and my reality

many worlds appear

many worlds disappear

a story concludes with a poem

a poem sinks into a story

between the ups and downs

many bubbles are formed

many bubbles burst

between the formation and the burst

there’s susurration – of love

that runs in my blood

and sings in my breaths.