Dreamer
I ride my otherworldly horse
I gallop on the dreamland
Letting the hopes hop to reach
The possible and the impossible of my dreams
Granting the optimism to caress my soul
Cheer my spirit highly up
Coming in to dreamland garden where
I stretch my legs for a while
I pick up some wonderful dreams
To adorn my world
In reality plant them,
With patience water them…
To exist, to bloom
To be real.
So-called poetry of Biba
