The photographer of dreams <br />Lures me <br />In the dark room of Imagination. <br />'Have a seat, Madam! <br />Dreams are facts that haven?'t started yet, he says. <br />I will capture dreamfulness <br />So that <br />Among dreams <br />You yourself will be stuck there, <br />An image painted in green <br />On the lamps <br />Of the universal memory.' <br />I hesitate. I get revolted at this idea. <br />'Do not turn me into <br />A copy! <br />I want nothing but the honey of the forgotten candour'?, <br />I whisper into the photographer's ear.<br /><br />Olimpia Sarb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/photographer-of-dreams/
