Saturday, August 9, 2014


All eyes upon you, all hopes green
Your mask turns into that of a queen
Can you play it, be it, be it not?
There is not much room for thought
It's a lucid dream
Where aware of impending alarms,
stark light and loss of charms,
You can leap,
light-footed and deep
Do what can be done
only in half sleep
Before fade out the stars
Awakened, before your waking hour