I had a dream.
\nHalf my life is made of dreams now.
\nI fluttered like a newly hatched
\nbutterfly.
\nIt was morning with tangerines,
\nthe sun a sliced orange,
\na tinge of mint and lemon
\nin the air.<\/p>\n
An extraordinary place
\ninviting me to stay.
\nI wanted to rise in the clouds.
\nMy legs wanted to travel
\nalong old roads.
\nMy eyes hungered for light
\nchanging and dancing
\non the horizon.<\/p>\n
And then the dream disappeared
\nin a haze of smoke and explosions.
\nPeople shouted,
\nand what could be,
\nwanted to be,
\nwas set aside
\nfor the sake of destiny.
\nA new century,
\nborn from the old,
\na mirror for our faces
\nin the spilled oil of war with
\nno place for dreams.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I had a dream. Half my life is made of dreams now. I fluttered like a newly hatched butterfly. It was morning with tangerines, the…<\/p>\n