No longer is there a train
that goes steaming by
and yet I still see the red coals glowing
against the morning sky.
Dreams are longer than journeys,
I know, but I don’t know why.
Just keep seeing the embers glowing
against the morning sky
in dreams that are so much longer
than the journeys that pass me by.
This is very much humorous to observe that dreams are very long like journey. Important sharing done really.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes we feel sometimes dreams are longer than journeys, beautiful writing, thanks for sharing
Thank you, Shakil! Greetings, Charl