If we tossed a dream
towards the heavens
with the first cosmic speed
they say it would become
a natural satellite of Earth.
And yet… what if the thrown dream
would break the skies and it would rain
with tiny shards?
The rain rustles, and the dust drops
disintegrate.
It’s probably ‘cause of the dream
of me and you
that I’ve just threw.

March 2001.