Drifting, falling into the dreamland,
Images cascading, fulfilling the dream plan.
I reach for you through the window,
slowly realizing the separation is a mirror.
In you I see what I want to become,
Someone pure and true, deserving to be loved.
And in the waking dawn you move into me......
Holding on to love, you choose to believe.
In this quiet, simple morning world,
the mirror that divides is shattered to glass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, I concur. You write this like a Gemini or Libra would (I'm one of them) with such a poignant but ethereal sense of action and environment; completely dreamy and a definite 10