Writing dreams down

I like to write dreams. Not the dreams that I dream when I am awake, but the dreams that come to me when I am asleep, sound. On an instinctive love of my rhythms heart, I can’t sleep. If I had an invisible coat, I would have framed my life in my camera.Like the naked trees, I wait for you in this cold, alone, gold, in its color. I am waiting by the sun. Without light, it’s dark, utmost. The never ending curls and pearls of life. I trust my eyes when it’s sunny. I trust my ears when it’s dark. Love is in the wind. Move thy face and face it, breathe it in, and let it be our last breath. ????????: On the nature of daylight by Max Richter