Searching meanings through poetry

I had a dream when I was four,
I entered in a pesture through a timber door.
I was swimming in the sky and running in a desert of ocean without a single omnivore

I saw faces in the sand,
I picked it up
but it vanished from my hand.
And then
In search of a piece of heaven I ran from that land.

I had a dream when I was four,
I was hanging in a big old tree
Above the pabbled shore.
I fell from that tree,
Woke up in a nighttide.

And I couldn’t find myself anymore.

– Suditee Devi