THE DREAMERS’ SECRET
They have straws in their hair.
They travel through endless nights.
They carry a box with them
and keep it away from any touch.
What is their home? And where?
Their path is untraveled.
They are silent like a hungry earthquake
in the heart of a mountain.
There’s no need to be bothered
by the secret in the box.
The sleepers are sleeping.
Only the dreamers are dreaming.