I like it too. I am not the poet (well, maybe was a poet ages ago, to the level of typical lost kid could be in late 10's) but it doesn't actually matter, with some owls pulled on a globe it sounds really great for the one who has them.

Once in a dream i had 2 girls with strange relationships to each other sitting in empty hall in white cozy but neutral sunlight scattered by mist or very low clouds outside the windows, there was no 'me' but one girl was looking into emptiness and speaking a long and freaking awesome poem. I could not recall a single world after wakeup except a bit of ending, but in general it was about that world is actually fair and kind but this is the people who ruin the stuff and allow evil to happen because they don't care, empathy, about 'random' people whom we meet but treat them as total morons would do, and so on. Ending was like (partially mixed with assumptions and translatied from my native in bit more more sublime manner):

...

In weaves of days, inside the fire of the worlds, and in the sky

In caves of hell, and [something about words spoken out loud when you know that noone hears you, i clearly remember there was a single phrase for that but i could not find anything reasonable to fit the given lenght]

In open hands, inside your eyes -

And we are there, you know, I keep

[cannot recall at all] -

In endlessness of constellations of our dreams

Where everything is same as here, but differs for a while.