When I wake up from this dream
I will walk along the sea
to find my way home
Everyday I close my eyes
hoping to find
my way home
Home...home...
I'm looking way up a road
to a place where I can sow
the fruits of my dreams
There you are
standing next to me
I only hope that we
follow the same dream
Dream...dream...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and hope he follows on his own accord. to meet in your plentiful dreaming orchard. Where visions dance in your perfect field, and hope upon harvest for a wonderful yeald. Each poem strings me to the next. Keep reading I say.