FAR FROM EVERYTHING

Far from vulgarity,  
far from the mundane,  
far from ordinary life.

Levitating among lights,
in my own private cosmos,
in the intimacy of simply living.

Reaching for the stars.

Eating soft‑glowing stars,
stars that taste of cream,
suns with a flavor of strawberry.

On that special other side,
among warm, sweet clouds,
in that imaginary world.

Climbing without leaving the ground,
far from everything, in that secret place.

Where life turns to silk,
where dreams caress,
where everything is simple,
far from the dull and empty.

In the softness
of imagination.

Overflowing world,
that other secret world.

Far beyond the reach of the real,
where love is dreamed,
and gifted words fall,
an unreachable world,
in the realm of light,
creating that love,
clothed in love,
in words
that run,
one after another,
as poems of light,
in that other world.