In the sky, drifting like jasmine tea,
Where clouds are a veil from an old dream,
Hung the Room-Echo \u2013 bottomless,
On a thread of silence, devoid of ground.
Its walls \u2013 woven of memory and rustle,
Like leaves shedding into the body,
And on the floor \u2013 a clock, shattered to a whisper,
With fragments of time, like a heart without a whole.
There, a child sat on a faceless chair,
Hands \u2013 transparent, made of water and tenderness.
In their palms \u2013 a paper bird from a letter
That no one will ever open.
On its folds \u2013 the words: \u201clove,\u201d \u201cwaited,\u201d \u201cforgive\u201d \u2013
But the ink had long turned to dust.
And then She appeared \u2013 the Dream Traveler.
Without knocking or doors \u2013 for dreams have no locks.
Each of her steps \u2013 the touch of a memory without words,
An echo of a lullaby from the depths of ages.
She does not ask \u2013 she leans toward the shoulder.
And the child \u2013 for the first time \u2013 lifts their head.
Instead of a face \u2013 there is light.
Not the kind that cuts, but the kind that wakes the soul.
Light that smells of bread and a mother\u2019s scarf,
Of a morning where pain had not yet settled.
\u201cDid you come?\u201d the child whispered tenderly,
\u201cI have waited so long\u2026\u201d
The paper bird quietly comes to life:
It spreads its wings \u2013 and flies toward the infinite.
The Traveler places her palm on the child\u2019s chest \u2013
And the first fragment of Light settles within.
It becomes a coal \u2013 warm as a memory
Of something that never happened, but left a trace.
The room dissolves into whispers\u2026
And She goes further \u2013 with Light within herself.
For ahead \u2013 there are many more souls
Who wait for a touch and for healing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In the sky, drifting like jasmine tea,Where clouds are a veil from an old dream,Hung the Room-Echo \u2013 bottomless,On a thread of silence, devoid of ground. Its walls \u2013 woven of memory and rustle,Like leaves shedding into the body,And on the floor \u2013 a clock, shattered to a whisper,With fragments of time, like a heart […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[55],"tags":[124,120],"zbirnyk":[],"class_list":["post-4496","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-dream","tag-memory"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n