What I dreamed in dreams Among thousands of dreams I cannot find the only one exact and genuine; the one I sing I dance I laugh I cry, I usually dreamed in my dreams. Among thousands of illusions to ‘making my self’, I cannot find, of course, a real ‘me’ a true ‘me’ a ‘me’ as it is. Real or not though, dream and reality very close. And remember, we are together right now or tomorrow but far, far away, a thousand miles. 01/05 A farewell to Susan Sontag Is it too late to say a farewell though I never met you? Or too soon to reveal your deep traces in my faded memories? Is it really a farewell though in my mind you’re still alive? in my writings you’re always existent in every word, every sentence? Or a needed farewell as it must be when I have no more opportunities to see you to meet you even though in reveries? Oh Susan Sontag, a farewell I must say! 01/05’ Natalie Reid if the walls can talk the books can sing if all the paintings can evoke no one needs to read my poem but if all the poems in this library or in all libraries cannot hold the wonderful beauty of your own character please let it stands _ my poem in a very quiet corner of current life. 08/2004                                                                                        p.lan