A dream

I think
It was your voice
I guessed
In a dream
Among the blurred
And dark hours
Of sleep

Musical and warm keys
Blossoming
Out of nowhere
Like scarlet petals
Or bluish clouds
Vivid intonations
Of assertions 
And doubts
Whispers
And shouts
Undecipherable
Beautifully corrupted
And false

Just the echo
Of my own sleepy mind
Inside the mirror
Of my dreams