Silk Paper Dreams

The Night tries to let us know.
How long will we remain deaf?

The Moon does not shine.
She simply faces the Sun.
Things do not happen.
They come and go.
Time does not flow.
It just pretends to pass.
Worlds do not exist.
They all are
silk paper dreams,
and so is Life
and so is Death.

But Love is Love, it is
the only Truth.

© Frédéric Georges Martin