Other Dreams Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

dreams as the heel torn off
out of touch with reality
they are tormenting with importunity
teasing with imprints
of the death knell
of the nightmare.


you are waking up getting hold
feeling a way of remnants
of sleepy oversleeping
forcing the moon
so that he steps down from the way
and he made way.


a pink-blue dawn is coming
in order to start
daily
projector
of the human
existence.