Reaching for remnants of dreams that felt so real while
they kept tucked away in their sleepy realms, but upon
awakening, disappearing.
Going beyond a mysterious cloud drifting away in another
land, hearing a silent voice saying, take heart, one day
you will be with God again.
As the loneliness, emptiness, sadness and sorrow will
exist no more, you will be whole again, then another dream
continues to take this being away for a while, sleeping.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem