I would like to fall asleep,
to let myself go every once in a while
in the mist of a new november,
wake up in the middle of a dream
with the feeling of the rain in my face,
wiping off any trail of tears.
From nightmares to dreams,
pushed away by the wind
like a stream of water whistling in my ears,
a lullaby to go back to my sleep,
under the warm hug of the night,
free to close my eyes and dive
into oneiric waves of subconsciousness.
Inside my dreams