Last night I dreamt of a dilapidated person,
Who only travelled by foot since ancient times,
He kept walking gazing somewhere straight,
Somewhere where his foot will never stop.
In the dream I saw him crossing a wasteland,
Blazing dusty winds blew on an unknown era,
Cracked earth, distorted barks, a rocky crag,
No sense of life!
And the moving shade kept breathing ever-so-slightly.
Wednesday, 17th of September 2014