I am a cloud walker,
a Peter Pan of the skies;
what is not, I dream up;
what is, only dreams realize;
only in reverie I feel alive;
it makes me ask whether you are real,
or whether I've dreamt you into being ‒
you, my too-good-to-be-true one;
a dream of my heart,
which would stop beating
if you were gone.
Nefelibata II. © Ladanseuse
Written bilingually, in Czech "Nefelibata" on 14. 11. 2021
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