A dream is a dream
But a dream may not be as it should seem
For this dream that I dreamt
Showed more than flashing pictures
But a meaning of good and bad
Or happy and sad
This dream that dreamers dream
My dream was that but not as I thought
This dream that would make me happy
It made me cry
Awakened from the night
I wept to the sorrow
Of what seemed so real
I thought you had died.
This dream I dremnt it made me cry as I realised that you and i
We are one and if you die then so do i
This dream, that dreamers dream
It seemed to be not what I would seem
But made me scream, my heart had broke and then I awoke
Lying next to me was you
The tears did fall
And I through you
I held onto you tight that weary night
There was not much else but a mind full of fright
You awake from your sleep and kissed me goodnight.
I went to sleep, left of all my fright
Like a dove that’s stuck in mid flight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem