...In the Japanese garden of our backyard I noticed one clematis flower that seemed to be floating in the air.

The next morning I woke up from a strange dream, wrote it down on the window with a chalk and began painting the blossom.

Much later I understood that the clematis flower in my dream represented love and trust...
- Akiane


The Clematis Dream

Love was created to create...

Children enter a meadow
and play hide and seek.
They run so fast that sunlight cannot catch them.
It looks as if they are hunting themselves.
Life seems longer when you jump in the grass.
Without the reins.

My mother plants me on her favorite flower, the clematis.
The vines of clematis seem to be planted in the air.
Should we grow up like that?
The petals are closing and wrinkling from my breath.
Every petal or stamen I try to hold on to just falls out.

My brother is on the edge of a flower.
He slips and falls down on the dirt.
It is so foggy noone sees him.
Every time he moves, it becomes more foggy.
His muddy shoes in the fog
do not look so muddy after all.
His raincoat is full of hail. The hailcoat.

I gather the fallen petals to celebrate
and planting a seed bigger than the whole garden
I water for two.

Everytime I walk, the strings fall out of my pockets
and I find my grandfather's letter
beside his grave on a meadow.
On top there is a can,
so every time I run over it, he would wake up.
My grandfather's white ring is on my finger.
It is always with me like a cast.

When I run, my eyes are closed,
and I bump into the childhood tree with a hammock
full of the clematis polen.
The hummingbirds land.
They are to become the future.

That is all I remember from my dream.
I am only a child, but I remember everything I need.
Everything I know is someone.
Everything I think is someone.

Love was created to create.