Dreams are mighty things
lurking within
growing,
filling out
defining
a soul
forever
in silent secret osmosis
with the cosmos...
Occasionally bursting forth
like rare blossoms
in an attempt
by the conscience
of the cosmos
to offer comfort
and hope
and reassurance
when the aches
get to be unbearable….
Dreams are mighty things…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, but are nightmares dreams?