Tuesday, 7 September 2010

Precociously interrupted dream

A misterious girl dancing in the middle of a village square alone.
Autumn leaves all around.
Raising them in the air as she dances, making my nostrils feel the smell of a comming autumn.
Scent of wet dirt, the first drops of rain after a hot dry summer.
Aroma not fully covering her own scent, of strawberries and tart cherries.
White skin as the moon, with a permanent smile.
Shining between long dark hair like a peaceful night.
Startled expression like a deer when you notice I'm there.
You turn around and it's nothing there but a breeze.

I'm awake.