I’ll shelter myself from daily routine
Under a soft tartan plaid.
Every end marks another beginning.
My night dreams will assimilate
The blend of views and scenes,
The shreds of a bygone day,
The flakes of questions and answers,
The murmur of my wandering brain.
Dreams make me free and bold
They impose no limits, bans or fetters
Delaying my return to the common world
Until the dawn first seconds.
