Dream

So many times you spoke of unity and

how everything is knitted in an invisible web.
 

A few times your hands held mine keeping

the warmth inside.
 
 Where could you be now that sadness

nests in my wings and sabotages my flying?
 

Now, more than ever,

I need you to give colour to my daydreams,

even if I wake up the next moment!

Alexandra Sotiropoulou