I am listening, owl. Maybe
I am dreaming in this silent
twilight, or maybe it’s the
afternoon now, but it seems
to me I found answers to main
questions: did I sacrifice what
I am for what I will be? Can I
be myself and see the edge of the
universe? I feel—only there, or
somewhere, deep in the universe’s
heart, there is something tenderly real,
tenderly incredible which waits to
be revealed. The one who learns to
control dreams will never wake up.
About the contributor: David Dephy – The trilingual Georgian/American poet, novelist. Bowery Poetry named him a “literature luminary”. His poems and stories have been anthologized and published in USA and all over the world by the many literary magazines. He lives and works in New York City.