Wandering

Walking in the middle of the night

In the middle of nowhere

I follow an unlit path that winds and winds 

And takes me to some invisible meadow

But it is not a meadow that I want

What I want is to climb the highest mountain 

And to stay there forever

Am I sleeping and dreaming

Or sleepless and walking?

Where is the line that divides dream and reality?

There never was any line, I tell myself,

And I pluck a few stars from the brooding night sky above me

They glisten like shiny pebbles in my hand.

I laugh silently,

And I grab a dozen more stars -

And then with a flourish, 

I take hold of a corner of the blanket of the night sky

And pull it tumbling to the ground.

Behind it I see a bright blue sky,
Lit with the everlasting light of the Sun

I was walking in the middle of the night

In the middle of nowhere

I am not lost anymore

I have brought myself the dawn,

And now will I search for high mountains