A poem simply sounds the bell, of that which words could never tell.

THE DREAMER

We import
The world of open eyes
Into our dreams,
And lend the dreamer
A definition
He does not own.

2 comments:

Mijo said...

So few words to lead me far far away
another state of consciousness
I often think about the doors between words of "différentes" (various ? unlike ? other ?) realities
How to see these doors How to open them ...
please : see here
http://photos.catcerezuela.com/2011/voie-rapide/
I can't read your DREAMER without seeing in my mind this beautiful shot

Ellumbra said...

Ah, Mijo - what a stunning collection of images - so deliciously titled - thank you for sharing that link.

Perhaps the variety you speak of, is purely the creative mind of the dreamer - the Original Mind <3