A teacher told me once
it’s possible to dream in Spanish

how beautiful to dream
to know what it is to be
to know what it is to be somewhere else

to return to a a place you know
to feel totally alone
to think your world into place

who gets let in
little do you know
about where my mind goes
little do you know
those thoughts behind smiles

it’s possible to dream in Spanish
of roses and lilies

and all things unknown