Friday, March 21, 2008

A POEM - THE DREAM OF LIFE

THE DREAM OF LIFE
We were on a train in Java.
“don’t you have dreams?” she asked me.
“maybe at night,” I chuckled.
“no, no. About life. For life, your dreams?”
“it’s all just a dream, baby.”
“all just dream? What that means?”
“life. life is just a dream.”
“life a dream?”
I turned towards her,
looked at her smooth face,
her dark eyes.
“life is just a dream,
Sometimes a terrible one,
which you only wake from at death.
That’s what I mean.”
“hmm. I don’t understand.”
“well, consider yourself lucky then,”
I laughed.
Java floated by outside the windows
and the rain came down.

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