Suit

In my dream I am in love, with this suit

I just woke up and woke up this morning
Found myself weeping while sleeping for a movement
It’s a suit which I can see, they show me, those fairy kids
I loved that suit not like some fruit but as awesome feeling

Seems it was with me in past and we parted in heaven
I came here as a broken heart or I don’t know what?
Living with someone who being no one, out my mind
At last I find, hanging in a way, brought by fairy kids

I called it suit but it’s not like one
It’s like traditional Indian dress
Like a dress of a sweet girl in sixteen
Don’t ask how I know age
I told you it was in my dream…

I find myself crying like dying, crushing to nothing
Tried to catch but found no latch and someone amazed
Meanwhile I woke up and there was no suit in my gaze
This is the movement I realize that this feeling is nice
But it’s draining like free air or like sand in my hand
Sometimes a feeling has to be captured and written
Like a souvenir or prize