I roam freely the land of dreams
in search of an imagined person.
Night is my cover and leads me
to you. If you too close your
eyes you open another door
where we walk under the inviting
moon lighting our path to nowhere,
from nowhere, where time and
reasons stop, only love wanders.
P.S.: This piece seems to me undeveloped, as if the poet is a wip, and this is part of the journey. Spent my Christmas feasting. What about yours?