When I wake up my dreams
Are caged inside, waiting
For me to slip into
Them during the late af-
Ternoon hours before
The end of the workday.
The glowing radiance
Of my mind is like an
Endomorphin tighten-
Ing around my chest like
A beautiful corset.
I am the angel tour-
Ing the dreamland, remem
Bering Glimpses of a
Lost mysterious life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So very well penned i expressed. Its really beautiful.