Is this a fantasy?
Or a dream rushing
Through my head
A gentle rain
Upon my face
Makes me smile
Sun shining bright
The wind softly blowing
Laying on my back
Gazing up at the blue sky
Taking me back to
A better time
Wandering is this
The day he will come
To take me away?
January 18,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem