Stream of Dreams

It is

Running in my dreams

It's the same stream

In every drop

Pebbles over sand

A glass of water over it

Those that were up to Ft

Show clearly

with possible bending corrugations

Slipped out of mind

A stream ran somewhere

River of life

In the first sunbeams of the day

Luminous reflections

A river of golden sands

Underneath it again and again

All the way through it

Touch the shores

It designed itself

Jumped and cheered

In a couple of places

The true grammar of a stream

In every move and movement

Twisted and twisted

With the cold of heaven

Up and down the hills

In its musical pieces

It was a blissful trance

of murmurless spirals

Formula knots

They traveled towards the depth of the stream

Unravel to know the answer

Plants like dreams

On both sides of the bank

With secret notes

As the penance trees were fastened

There are many nameless flowers

Water dissolved in the scent of flowers

Flowed all the way

As a perfume

fell on its surface

In the sounds of forest birds

Something that was liked that day

Nature echoed everywhere

Transformed into the god of the earth

Leaves and flowers

Like running without paddles

Without resistance and aim

At the speed of the flowing stream

By the winter morning

That stream itself

Color was flowing

With atomic silence

Like a kitten

The universe was moving by foot

Shrinking into a stream

I got my feet wet

Something spread up to the bridge

It was also cold

But still

of the stream

Hidden in some dimension

its private lines

I couldn't read at all

Until today