[Sahn-Uzal]

Days turn into months

Months turn into years

But the cloaked figure on the boat haunts me still.

Why?
Is this a memory or a dream?
Why is it burned into my mind day after day?
I wanted answers.

Now after a long time of searching, I’m finally on the right path

No longer does the world feel stagnant

This time when my eyes open to the motion of the boat drifting across the ocean

I reach out towards the figure cloaked in sunlight

And as I do


He stares back at me

“Who are you?”
“Where am I?”
I ask him


His lips move in response,  yet no words come out

It was a language I was unfamiliar with

No
It wasn’t a language

Without words I could still understand him clearly.


Now
I finally understand
This is a dream
His dream

My dream

We’re both dreamers

A dream about dreaming.