Dream ♫

DREAM

In the weariness of my life,
at times I climb through the air.

Between dreams I let go,
I let everything go, and rise
into my own world.

That small place
where I forget myself.

And I climb, and climb,
I rise into the air.

That air,
light,
beautiful,
within me.

I float and forget
my heavy life,
and I lift myself to the sky,
that sky of dreams.

I break away from the vulgar,
and float among colors,
and in the end I sink
into the air—light air,
warm air, living air.

In my faded paradise,
in my mystic purity,
far from the ordinary.

Freed from the shell,
detached from real life,
in that other final world
where I float freely,
and forget myself,
and swim in the air,
and rise
to the dreamed
Heaven.