Candle, am I a dream?
By the waterfalls of Heaven, does some
grand dreamer imagine my own "I am",
that I should take care lest any step
be the crack of a branch that cracks
open the dream, and I
be nothing but a fantasy gone?
How can I tell I am real?
Candle, my dreams once took to life, too,
do you recall? So,
how do I tell I am not a thing
that lives and breathes by the dictation
of a greater whim? Sometimes
I feel as thin as air, after all.
Hm. I think I will live, candle,
as if I matter somewhere — even if
I am a dream, some dreams of mine
have moved me, too —
even if I am a dream, I can mean
something anyway: that I, a dream,
can touch the dreamer, too.
