freed ghosts are dancing a waltz rotary <br />a fiend is playing along them <br />on the limewood violin <br />beside two short men with big ears <br />are cheering in honour of the dark blue night <br /> <br />the bat clutched to the ceiling of the sky <br />and hardened without the move, with thick <br />sleepiness cornered, after the lightning loud thunderbolt <br />from the high sky it rang church bells with the impetus <br /> <br />dreams are bumming the restless head about aimlessly <br />chimeras are flying away into the angle of the dark room <br />in order to retreat with dawn backwards and to come back <br />in the peace, up to the care of the poetic angel<br /><br />Maria Barbara Korynt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-and-chimeras/
