I am dreaming the same dream every night.
by Ivona Sophia
a train departing into foggy twilight,
separates the juicy green of smudged trees.
your gaze wanders lingeringly in reflection
on the window’s glass. we stop to imbue with
our calmness; it’s our time after all.
walking in opposite direction we slow the time,
losing a survival kit on the way, a few photographs,
memories and used yellow tickets.
but somewhere between the last good wish
and another penny thrown in the air,
we find an oasis, a secluded spot
where we stay entangled in the sticky web of light.
I feel your hands starting off the journey
below, in an asylum of a shaggy blanket.