When day turns to dark,
When wishes are mine,
I dream of dreamers and butterfly-vines.
I dream of laughter
and hearts so fond.
Of willows and rainbows
and silky blue ponds.
I dream of roses
and red-winds
of sunsets and spray.
My dreams then gently leave me
at the return of day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem