Each Colour Has a Person, Each Name Has a Dream

I want to expose my soul colours

to stand at the edge of a rainbow and collect with a spoon all

the leftovers of feelings which have

gone without saying goodbye.

To stroll the streets of memory

and find all those

dream-corners

which never tell a lie

neither in words nor in visions.

It is some time now that I don't force the red

to be yellow

or to paint the grass

in blue.

When I met you

I learned

that each colour

has a person

and each name

a dream.