The Boulder of Thought

Every evening

As I pass into the dream world

I take the boulder of thought

With me.

“What is wrong with you?” I am asked

By the old man, guarding the dream gate

Leave the boulder of thought

Here, right beside me,

Fly gently, smile, and give your love

It will wait for you patiently

Next to the door. It won’t leave, God forbid

It lurks and shields you

I can’t, your wisdom

Life does not flow in my veins

This heavy boulder

Is all that I am left

From my son.

Where are you, on what foreign land

Are you healing your wounds,

Where are you wandering?

Or maybe you are not here anymore.

If you shrink from my dreams

And you let me this heavy boulder

Inside my soul

But I take the boulder of thought

Into the dream world

Perhaps once it will break

And a new world will come out of it

With you, my son-

To meet you at least in my dream

As it is so difficult for me.