Once upon a time
I remember,
the light was pushing its way through the dirty window glass
not able to decide whether it's made up of waves or particles
not asking itself if it could make it anyways
and it made it.
I really do remember,
the sun was shining so heavy that it forced water drops to fly
water drops thought they were fairies in a child's dream
the child thought they were fairies for real
ghosts of a long lost pterosaur maybe
or of a Palestinian pen friend
no longer answering.
Remember, do I, not repressing
there was a knight grey in its shield
distant is not resistant he said pointing the field
and run
galloping on his white Arabian
smirking with the archaic irony of time
not passing.
Once upon a time, no one to remember
we fought to reflect light
and we flew to rain on fire
and we paced to pass on the word
of a child who can no longer dream
of a light at the end of the tunnel.
