"We were promised that dreams could come true. But they forgot to mention that nightmares are also dreams."
Oscar Wilde Irish writer 1854 - 1900
Collective dream
In a deceptive deal with the shadows,
through the slow rivers of consciousness,
a lonely leaf slips
and always meets the night.
Full of fear his gloomy journey,
with a dark reflection,
just look at the trees.
Sometimes we get tangled up in the fight
with the dark
and we tear it with nails and teeth like cats
or we blind her like men,
itching his eyes with his fingers.
The leaf sinks,
I don't know if it feel the damage of my teeth,
or by the terrifying crash
with the black shadow that rises
about the water profile
and tremble like a sudden river
crawling like a storm
powerful able to take the soul.
¡shake me up!
Call me by a name,
even if it's not mine.
Name me seagull, air, sky.
Get me out of this collective dream.
By Zeleira Cordero 
07/08/2019
The images are from Pixabay CC0 Creative Commons
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