Lost in the Dreams

 

I’m still searching

for the dreams I have lost.

I have traveled through so many places,

hiked a thousand miles,

yet never found a single clue.

I wonder what it feels like

to dream with a spotless mind.

But sometimes—just sometimes—

I think I’ve found them:

in the forest filled with fireflies,

in the sunset after a long hike,

in the blue flames of Mount Ijen.

Somewhere in the garden,

I could almost feel them, distant—

but that’s enough.

I’m happy.