Dreams sink into dreams

Dreams sink into dreams

Dreams sink into dreams to seek for dreams. We're buried
Under bubbles and walk on thorny neon lights.

"Can you see the guardian angels in black in the dark?”
"Yes, I see their shadows at night.”

Here is the stone, a stone from the past. Me from the past and you too.
What leads us here waiting? No, not waiting, but walking
toward something that is also walking.

Reaching is a hand hung down from the moon.  Last night, a full moon,
Golden, in the sky.

I always want to look further and further
And then into the illuminating hole
In the dark, which leads to another golden abyss.

Serpents expelled from Eden
standing on a falling stone
look at the ascending eternal garden
without regrets.
This is a garden
without past and future, but now.