The Dream, by Henri Rousseau
Some souls have gotten free of their bodies.
Do you see them? Open your eyes for those
who escape to meet with other escapees,
whose hearts associate in a way they have
of leaving their false selves
to live in a truer self.
I don't mind if my companions
wander away for a while.
They will come back like a smiling drunk.
Thirsty ones die of their thirst.
A nightingale sometimes
flies from a garden
to sing in the forest.
