Behind the dreamy rainbow. The revived in homeland dream

Paweł Markiewicz

 

 

I had more than a dream.

I have seen in heaven the dazzling rainbow,

Maybe the last in this last-summer-season.

Through this mature marvel came dreameries,

In other seven colors with wings – seven ways of light-sparkles.

The colorful dreams would end behind the rainbow,

Wait for me, the eternal dreamer, for my moony dreams!

The contacts with the hereafter became ways of  other dreams,

The pretty colors.

The red daydream became a red sphere like the hell of fires.

The orange nightdream became blood of tender eternity.

The yellow dream became color of amazing ambrosia.

The green day-dreameries were wings of the most marvelous butterfly.

The blue night-dreameries were the heavens full dreamy shooting stars.

The gray midnight-dream was a part of temple of Zeus.

The white midnight-dreameries were lambs full of fulfilled ontology.

All the dreams-ways are golden tears of the dazzle of the melancholy.

 

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