Dreams of Dreams

Dreams of dreams that never cease,
uncontrolably they flourish,
and when all is gone...
what am I to be?
an earthly-bound being,
sprinkling them dreams here.

These dreams do not halt,
they even tear me apart,
for their reality is too far,
overflooding me in times to pass,
capturing me off guard,
leaving me unprotected,
slapping my face,
abandoning me to the cruelties of faith.

Dreams of endless love,
a love that becomes dead,
when I open my eyes to contemplate,
and all I see is reality,
inexorably embraced by pain,
what am I to be again?

Wish these dreams of sweetness,
perish as the sun rises,
they only provoke surrealism,
the agony of living in them,
is the highest of all the prices,
for reality strikes joined by dreams,
and all that there is to be,
are oceans of tears,
all of them streaming down endlessly.

Dreams of dreams that never cease,
dreams of dreams that make me see,
their unreality in me,
and hence I drown in my own seas,
drowning in tears, so know to me,
what am I to be?

I may perish in dreams of dreams,
I may somehow be redeemed,
for the pain inside is with a dead reality,
that reaches out with its obscure hand,
as to catch me,
as to blind me.

Shall I be blinded by dreams,
all in all with their shiny beams,
luring me in moments,
I hear them hissing at me,
yet my heart seems to resist,
for they may overpower me,
scattering my wits,
leaving me once and for all ceased.

What am I to be?
they seem to beckoning me,
reality all stark is hard to see,
yet I desire to believe,
that in dreams I may for ever live,
embrace them as i take my leave,
off this world I may be,
off to where he cherishes me,
caresses me,
loves me.

Vilnius - Lithuania
4.1.12
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