Dream-rooted half-world, wandering still,
Likened to limbo by body and mind.
Visions unraveling, shifting at will
Over the down-bent arrow of time.
I see the fields, covered in fog,
Grass on the wind, waves of the green.
Up on the hill, sat on the rock,
Watching the railway leaving the scene.
I cannot follow what’s no longer here,
I must remain with what stays in the dream.
When the skies cry – it feels sincere,
Rain is the sorrow of heavens’ least seen.
Paths washed away… Yet I still walk,
Water by feet, drowned in the mud.
Lightning is blinding when it is struck,
Road’s unwinding… In it I caught.
…Dream-rooted half-world, beautiful still –
There’s an answer somewhere in the mind.
Yes, I am staying… Staying at will.
These visions will live forever in time.
Dream-Rooted Half-World, Wandering Still
© Copyright: Юстас Мрожек, 2025
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