When a Man Dreams

When a man dreams

Trees grow upside down,

Vertical horizon of fantasy

In stretching and contracting bouncing.

Something like:

Peeling time against lethargic hours,

Eager instants of romantic stress,

Waiting for the past

In a present futuristic imagination…

Something like:

Flowers serenading love ballads,

Rocking the instinct of the night

In a cradle of moonlight limbs…

…

And feathers crafted from iron apprehension,

Scrapping like dwarfed shivers,

Burning like acetic livers

In cosmic cottony comprehension…

…

When a man sow dreams

The world revolves and twist,

The blur becomes transparent mist 

Everything is what it seems…

And you know you exist!