In and out of dreams, the drifting of a beetle
In the depths of the dream, I met you, a beetle, drifting alone in the boundless ocean. Your body is small but extremely tough. You never flinch in the rough sea.
Your carapace is a hard fortress, resisting wind and waves and loneliness. Your wings are the sails of hope, guiding you in the dark.
You drift in dreams, from day to night, from spring to winter, from birth to death. Your goal is the distant other shore, where your home and your warmth are.
I am waiting outside my dream, from yesterday to today, from laughter to tears, from hope to despair.
My goal is the endless tomorrow, where there are my dreams and my Beetle