political poetry

In my dreams - political poetry

Lustres of dream

Kept wide open for you to enter

Remember when I said, we started out so nice?

When I wake up each morning and open my eyes

And the world is again opened in front of me

For me to search for in it

Me

I see it as a murder scene

With blood spatters everywhere

I don’t know which one to clean first

I see a building then, in the distance

Half done

With hollow concrete walls that are so dark

You can’t stop looking at them

Your dark eyes pierce right through the hollows

Into myself, into nothingness

I don’t mind the break

I don’t mind the fragility of my mind

I don’t mind the craziness

After a long night

I don’t want the empty lanes

The disillusionment with caught feelings

To live in the luxury of feeling your presence all the time

For every tune and every melodious word

And every noise to

Remind me of you

The lustres of my dream

I want them to speak of you

Every thread, every smell.