A couple of months ago, I saw the most peculiar dream,

In the brightest psychedelic colours that could ever been.

Women singing, dressed in romantic flowing gowns,

Gentle men discussing love and art without bounds.

A magical inner yard enclosed by paintings and sculptures.

You and me, performing on a stage, a humorous play.

With sarcastic lines, pretending to exchange vitriolic words,

But in every pause, we were telepathically, sharing verses of love.

On the last act, I stood transfixed on a ladder, tall to the sky.

Frozen, paralyzed, above the clouds, still, terrified of heights.

I could only descry two smiling eyes, which dared me to jump.

“Trust me. I am here. I mean no harm. Come.”

So I did! Like a superhero or an agile wild cat!

I made the leap, a leap of trust, and landed by your side.

The crowd applauded excited, chills running up my spine.

Your lips touched mine, a full long kiss, for the grand finale.

A sweet, realistic dream, that still had saved me a twist.

In the blink of an eye, you disappeared, you were gone.

I wanted to tell you more, I am looking for you,

Amongst your seven brothers, a circle of lovers and friends.

It was then, that an old saying of yours emerged in my mind

“If you stay true, my soul will send out a beacon for you”

“Follow your heart. Love. I have left you a mark…”

“Trust me. I am here. I mean no harm. Come.”

So I did! Like a Gypsy or a Bedouin!

Moving around, scouring the civilised earth.

Public squares, quiet bars, overcrowded streets.

I crossed savannahs, deserts, mountains and seas.

Looking closely, listening to the heart pulse of humanity.

Reading voices, gestures, smiles and frowns,

Noticing male and female, rich or poor, young and old.

Unravelling the threads of the intricate world.

Tired one night, after my unsuccessful search, I questioned myself.

What if this is only a dream, a chimaera of a romantic soul?

What is so important I have to tell you? What am I searching for?

All my life, I hadn’t been much of a believer, after all.

Walking with my head bent, preoccupied with my last thoughts

I stumbled upon a bizarre, almost heart shaped rock.

I picked it up, sat on a bench, having a beer to cool my throat.

A little further a noisy bunch of drunks talked loudly and laughed.

I was staring at my rock, didn’t notice the man who approached.

“It is a beautiful stone”, he said.

“If you buy me a beer, I will show you, where you can find more.”

“But what are you looking for?”

I’ve been travelling around the world, to find my love.

“And?”

I know now it has been living inside me all along.

“Is that so?” Yes!

He was aged, wearing saggy trousers, had a funny nose.

But his eyes were piercing through my soul.

“So what are you really looking for?”

Nothing. I whispered. Nothing at all.

He was smiling at me. This pair of smiling eyes, I had seen before…

Happier than I could ever dream! I hugged you silently…