Rain

Fossilized flower I can smell your perfume

covering the distance that

was called into being between us,

from the unexploited accumulation

of different moments

This gift is my inheritance and I honour it

by continuing my journey, in the curve

of the infinite alternating universes.

With anchor the three stable points

that compose your dimensional trap

I can pause and dive in your mortality.

Reality is a rain

drops are falling, are they the same ?

Some will penetrate the earthen surface

and will transform the hidden seed.

Just like fantasy can turn

an empty scenery into a heaven.

Its balance with reason is the scheme

of creation and destruction

Every dream needs a dreamer

to blossom somebody

to sense its perfume even

when he is blinded

from the light of day

Can you smell it too ?

The perfume of life