Snow

I will dance with my words like snowflakes
Falling from the sky
Their cold appearance will reveal to me
The shape of my dream

I never knew my dream is cold,
Soft and white like the snow,
Innocent for the first traveller

"I will walk on my dream softly"
Like described in a well-know poem
In fear of losing it from under my feet -
I have walked so far to approach to it
A little bit closer

In the dark night of my soul
I dreamt of going to Africa
And climbing Kilimanjaro
There was no explanation,
No reason at all

I just felt the dusty smell
Of savanna and hot air melting itself
Exposing the grand mountain
With a white cap of snow
Waving it as if a white flag

It felt like home to me
Home where I wanted to return
Like a longing for an old friend
I thought I might never see again...
Myself