Dreaming ghosts [AM]

There is a feeling

waking up with your image from my dreams.

It is soft and bright 

and it is mixed with so many 

other images.

Going places and looking back

like something was missing

and there is actually nothing there:

it is missing.

There is a feeling 

I cannot find.

There are sweet ghosts

around me with your form.

I miss your touch 

even when I am touching 

fresh flesh.

There is a feeling

here when I am listening to

the sky is crying

and I am one with it.

What I love [S]

Did you ask me what I love? I love the image of a person who only exists in my mind. I love everyday kisses. I love to lay there without saying anything but sharing the world. I love a good morning full of small smiles. Yes, I love other worlds. I love the imaginary dimensions where I used to exist. I love a world that doesn't exist anymore. It is time to wake up and face reality. Don't ask me what I love. What I love is yet to be born. What I love is, however, to be discovered. What I love is just in my mind.