Within my dream I was a child

within my dream 

 I was a child

I was holding something 

something from a fragile whole

but it only lasts for a second

it bursted into nothing 

nothing at all

 I burst into tears

then it appeared again

 from nowhere

or somewhere

out of the blue

come over

 come over here

said the beat of the bubble 

the fragile whole

 following the rhythm of one’s heart

 it flows in my own time 

also in its own time

The season of Orion

and its periodical reason

It provokes the uncertain

but it only looks that way

at this very moment

looking into the black hole

since it appeared as a whole

A surprise guest sat on the beat

in my precious dream

of  the spinning

white gold