This world of my dreams

This world of my dreams

I wonder through the corridors
and all the gestures I see are my own.

I question my judgment
at times
but I can't deny I feel passionate in this shade;

I feel thrown into the world

In all my belief

In all this sense of receptiveness and love

I feel like the wave that breaks
If it could.

My remembrance of our world
Is fading
like your face
that I adore in every dream;

when my eyes yield

the images are cast

and I'm suddenly transported;

transported to the world

Which
I was
dreaming
we were part.

By Tom Sottomayor