What would you think of me if only
You learnt who wrote to you tonight?
I won’t say. I’ll hide. Breathe calmly.
You are so tired. Am I right?
I’ll let you sleep and won't bother
Until your dreams are deep enough.
And then creep in. I’m undercover –
One of the dreams. One and a half.
Believe in me. I’ll turn to real
Life. Though afraid of lie and curse,
I touch your shoulder, but – oh, dear!
It was my dream. My dream. Not yours.
6.04.2010