Love. Years ago I had a dream,
In this dream,
I dreamt about life and love,
I took it so serious.
Empty. Now, I sit to hunt my dream,
But nothing comes to mind.
My inspiration left me,
No passion left to find.
Cut. Blank pages stare back at me,
My treasured dream,
Seems to have gone:
No path,
No depth, No heights,
No widths…
No song, No words.
Tears. If I had tears,
I’d cry the loss of my dream
But the pain has eaten them all.
Vacuum. The dream has been taken
To a place that doesn’t exist,
Dream. But when I dream again,
The passion will be rekindled,
and will begin to flow,
The peace-divine will over-flood…
oh, I do like this.. feels so true, so right.. dreams and emptiness you feel when they disappear.. thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful words well written...thanks for sharing this...