Sleep while awake

Here, on the stone

On my back, massive

Lemony landscape

And in front, sea

Is calling me

I look quite absent

Even though sharply aware:

I am coming, I am going

And at the end, I'll realize

Everything was similar

And at the same time

Was not

The sky was brightly blue

And now it is cloudy gray:

I used to wear white with

Dark hair, and today

I am in dark with

White head

I am coming, I am going
I doubt that I was sleeping

Wondering if I was dreaming

Sleeping, dreaming

Dreaming, sleeping

The smell of lemon leaves

Taste like the bitter

Spirit of condom

And in front, sea

Is calling me

I doubt that I was sleeping
Wondering if I was dreaming
Sleeping, dreaming
Dreaming, sleeping

But everything is similar

And at the same time

Is not

Farhad Mehrad