Real world

You have stayed in my memories
with your frank stories.

I remember the way along
the fantastic world of your imagination.

You were telling me,
“The story is a real story.”

I was laughing at your funny words.

“The story is a real story,”
you were telling me sadly,
“It came to me from my night dreams.”

I have met you in my night dream.

You have showed me
a fantastic world of your real stories.

“Your world is a real world
if I can be inside them
with my night dreams,”
I told you with admiration.