We sleep in our dream,
Our face is dry,
The pillow is wet,
And we wake up.
The dreams are soundless,
We don’t see pictures,
Our legs are moving,
Running through the night.
The light is playing,
With the sound,
The sound is playing,
With the wind,
In the air,
In the space.
The eye,
The mouth,
The blood.
Up, up,
Only up,
One move,
One second.
Timeless moments
Motionless steps,
Soundless music
Lost reality.
