My Dreams

I have traveled for a long time
Pursuing my dreams
Fleeting.
A roll of cheap silk
Was my bulky baggage.
Now that my long walk to Heaven
Is concluded
I look at you
For the last time
Divine mandala :
this trip of memory
has never happened.
I am still firm
From where I departed
Many years ago. . .

Copyright 2008 by Patrizio Damiani