To anyone who can dream And then awaken, Remembering the impossibility Of what was only mirrored In your mind, During a given night, Actually happened there!

Dreams arrive not from The result of hallucinations But from somewhere else, A strive vehicles of memory, Transcribed within the space Of a plaid network!

The puzzle of Faith, Hope, Truth, Beauty, Love and Peace Surrounding the Earth, Claims of Spirit!

Dreams are tokens of reality, Merely disheveled and suggested In the fantastic unfolding Of discarded old written notes, Illegible but then revised And re-arranged in such a way That one day, perhaps, Would impress the World And becomes part of a legacy!

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Supine, breathing To the rhythm of the song Coming out my heart! Not yet asleep, nor soon will be, I am dreaming anyway Of the love awaiting for me, Maybe tomorrow!

I am very sure That so much depends on tomorrow When my sorrow will be Softly shaken like leaves That beautifully decorate October, When freely they fall!

Those bright and colorful days Dressing every space of Autumn: In rust, Amber, rose and plum, Subtler hues of peach and blue, Skipping lightly the sidewalks, Lawns and fading streets And everywhere in between!

This great reservoir of colors Surrounding all the brightness That clearly becomes a wonder, Reminding one of the joyful flights With each hand that flew, Letting go, as I know, too, The time to go to you, Falling into your loving arms While kissing you passionately!

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Suddenly I found myself Completely disconnected To the outside world, My words became muted When it was clearly A matter of the soul!

For a few hours I was gone, I fell asleep so deep That it felt like I was traveling Throughout another dimension!

Time felt like infinite From way up there, Nothing but empty space, I could see other lonely souls Ways down below, Lost in a desert of vanity

I confess I felt very cold And I was very scared For way up there, Traveling all alone, I felt also like a lonely soul And I was so glad When I finally woke up!

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Scattered-the leaves That once waved their majesty High atop a wooden throne From which it casts the glory Of rare beauty earthward!

Following the wind With no direction and Separating the frail players From the ground and open sky, Blowing base to base, Torn from home and the arms Which gather life And hold them to the roots!

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Between the muted walls Of my small space I call my own, I displaced all my belongings And changed the picture of my home To resemble the now colored World…

Like an artist’s palette: Green, Yellow, Red and Sky’s Blue, All those magical colors, Each playing an important role In my everyday mood, Right here in New York !

Even the shiny reflection of copper, Touches my inner self, When totally secluded in my fortress While awaiting patiently and motionless For the arrival of the Fall!

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