Wrong Dream Dazzler

by Valery Oisteanu

Arriving from a nightmare to a new vision
A woman with one leg, one arm and one breast
running towards ruins of a temple, candle in hand
penetrating frontiers of symmetry
of the brook or the river flowing through the woods
where the mocking birds imitate the feral cats
unwelcome by the rest of the family
The dream dazzler has no rest, always on the move upwards
shaping the music of those who cannot see colors
awaiting the trees to bleed pretending to be vulnerable
praying silently for the fallen trees
Implosion of disbelief
Infinity on the ground without any sound
No one heard them fall, no one will remember when they died