I want to give away all my dreams, anoint them
To some special connoisseur, treasured recipient-
Who would hold them perfectly unsullied, untouched-
Throughout the seething, unsettled cauldrons of time's reign.
But there is no such archival master to be found,
For my dreams are my own, made only for me,
They do not need outside validation: easy to forget
That I'm victorious simply that I live, to dream..
That I'm victorious simply that I live, to dream.. Patti Masterman, and This is our birth right.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your dreams are reflected in your poetry I think.