THE POET DREAMS
The poet constructs his dream with the lost elements of the night. The long night in his head, left untouched by any dream. It’s then that the poet voyages. With greater ease, the one who voyages can reach that state of dreaming with eyes open. Those who have witnessed this say that the eyes of the one who crosses a dream change their color. On the other side of the glass, there appears the edge of a petal. During the voyage, the labyrinth is completed, light by light, reflection by reflection: it is the blue peony that burns in the air.