You slept through that time
When we should have been growing up
When I offered you the universe on the palm of my hand
Decorated with stars and play of breeze

At night, I dressed you in moonlight
At daytime, I bathed you in sunshine
And I sprinkled the scent of wild flowers on you
There was something fascinating in your figure
In your step and your voice
Everything danced and sang in me
Everything was ringing like sleigh bells

You pretended to be inexperienced
You defied with each part of your body
I cherished each movement you made
Nothing unusual was happening
All remained in the twinkle of the day
In trembling nights and yearning mornings
You simply surrounded me
I was enslaved with thoughts about you
And then you disappeared into the sunset
I searched for you with my long exhausted look

You existed somewhere in another circle
While I was turning around dizzily in my astonishment
You simply slept through that time
When you woke up in the kingdom of your mottled lies
Nothing was left
Not me
Not you
Not us
You destroyed everything with your dream about the impossible
You slept through that fascinating time
In which we were able to build
Right know
I am not here
You are not here
Nothing is here
Only the husk of unrealized dreams remains.

Ibrahim Honjo, from book “Enigma from the Stone”