Slowly I drift back
Into my island of dreams.
Covered with tiny yellow flowers
And full of the pink sunsets.
But no glorious sunrises.
In the twilight,
I circle the place of my
Dreaming existence.
Watching the waves hit the rocks.
Just listening to the sound-
=Of my ocean.=
Sometimes I get visitors;
Little fragments of my past,
That push into my world.
=The world I created=
Occasionally a nightmare
Sweeps across my island.
Full of pain and drowning-
In my ocean.
The flowers burning;
Turning into smoldering ashes.
The blood-red sunset,
Turning flames black,
=like midnight.=
They engulf the island in a
Black inferno.
Leaving me to drift in a
=neverending= ocean.
Drifting until I slowly slip
Back into the world of reality.
The island just waits-
=Patiently waiting=
For me to enter my realm of dreams.
Once Again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem