Book of dreams

by Ralph Dutli

Ralph Dutli

One might call the eyes
a light keyboard Novalis
at night my dreams carry me
out over the vineyards
the nocturnal theatre of my head has just one
tiny spectator
with eyes locked shut
he watches a water-clear
circus show in which
he meets himself a mad juggler
his evergreen everblue
grapes in the snow
of his own sleep.

Last updated August 31, 2015