Silence that Remaps Dreams

In silence, the scattered dream rearranges itself
and a water-map unfolds, serene
redrawing the borders where the night had fallen
The lines open currents and hidden ways
memories gleam like sunken stars
each bank becomes a promise that remains
The air grows quiet, and memory aligns
among currents’ folds and breath withheld
time’s compass charts a brand new course
When the water advances, the land is still
the map becomes a journey and a confession
and the dream, recovered, breathes once more