Dream Hunter Poem by Aram Stefanian

To interpret dreams Jan was destined from birth
When he was five, he dreamed of a yawning abyss
And already knew he'd have to move heaven and earth
To grasp the geography of dreams, enjoying bliss

He was a fearless hawk flying in the starry night sky
Then dived into the ocean, scaring the fishes
He was the water filling the well that ran dry
And the shreds of a kind heart that broke into pieces

A spark of the bonfire flashed into the murky night
The morning dew on the snowdrops in the early spring
For those who abandoned hope he'd be a healing light
His dreamworld was real like an intangible something