Dreaming

I have a theory about dreams.

I believe they reflect an

intuition of certain moments.

I recall this one dream I had

years ago.

There was a cottage blanketed in white.

A girl was reading by the window sill,

unbeknownst of the beauty outside.

Yesterday, I had the same dream,

except for a certain detail.

The scenery outside was filled

with flowers and greenery.

The girl was still reading.

My revisitation showed to me

that a certain thing can

consume every part of your brain,

but you have to look up

in order to enjoy the beauty at times.