Three-Day Dream

By Farangis G. Yegane

WRAPPED IN WIND » Three-Day Dream


Three days
I have been sitting in the trees
and practiced myself as a prehistoric human,
three days
I weren’t able to dream,


the tree was hard,
the nights cold,
I get down from the tree,
leave the forest,
go into the city that is full of lights,
that has heating and soft beds,
and I do see the one,
who is hungry
for dreams.