In the middle of a dream
you wake to realize it is gone
Yet the feeling you experienced
is causing your heart to race
A faint dusty trail lingers
just below the surface
A chalky image remains
Gripping silently…it will not erase
Dare you close you eyes again
allowing darkness to invade
Controlling your mind with mirrors…
entering an illusion of a nowhere place
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem