A DAY OF DREAM

Beside the threshold of living or not

a melting point of view ‘bout how to show

what kind of entity leads me from inside

how could I drag it out of my mind?

What is the name of the sensation I feel?

I call it chill

Blue, red and yellow so I’d paint my way

but everywhere I see nothing but grey

up in the stardom a bundle of light

suggests it’s possible to reach up for that height

in this confusion, well, I have to know

if to spring or fall

Into the moment the spell of her arrived

I told myself softly: “look! it seems like paradise,

today’s a beautiful day” 

And all the shadows that stood in me before

got frightened in such a way

I heard them say “we’d better go”

But on the morning I didn’t find her smile

suddenly realized all that was just another lie

I spent a day on a dream