The poetry of night and rain... the power of dreams...

It's raining in the night...
and sidewalks and streets are reflecting like mirrors now..
mirrors flickering by raindrops and people walking through..
streetlamps are projectors for new movies...
there's a world upside down, of people doing what's in their dreams,
they walk feet to feet, every step matches the next one perfectly...
but the two heads are so distant, just because the upper one is busy minding the steps, thinking of future, worrying of career, house.. while the lower head is floating in love, imagination.. and mostly.. if it looks down it can see the sky.. while the upper one, looking down, just can see the floor... the wet shoes...
shoes that won't be good anymore tomorrow...
while the other one's feet are walking in the sky..
It's morning.. it stopped raining.. I have to go work. Looking out the window.. nothing is reflecting now, me neither. I have to rush, I'm late.. wearing my shoes...
NO.. wait... lying down a bit more..pointing my feet to the ceiling.
​No.. I'm not doing yoga... I'm just walking in the sky...