It seems to me like a dream
In a different worlds different scheme
But all the same they speak to me
They tell of the things my eyes wish to see
But what may not be, cannot be
So what I wish to see may not be
But even so what I wish to know
The words and letters will bestow
And since I physically can not see
because it simply may not be
It is a fact I don’t want to face
Oh, what I wish to see cannot be
But we will always remember that magical place
My memory and me
12/16/11
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem