To A.E.
I have woven you from thin air-
From my dreams,
Like a spider weaves his web in fall-
A beautiful pattern of lace.
But you are real,
You are not a dream.
Why cannot you understand that?
I have painted you with all the colors
From my palette,
Like an artist touches his canvas with brushes-
To give a birth to his masterpiece.
But you are real,
You are not a dream,
Why cannot you understand that?
I have lit you up with enchanted light
Of the Universe.
Like the sun lights up the tops of mountains in spring-
So the nature could blossom.
But you are real,
You are not a dream.
Why cannot you understand that?
I have woven you from thin air-
From my dreams,
Like a spider weaves his web in fall.
But you are not born to fly.
You are real,
You are a man,
Why cannot you understand that?
January 2017.
To somebody from the past
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