I am an observer and a dreamer
and I live in two worlds.
The reality that I observe
and the dream that I wish it to be,
and neither cross the borders and merge
into what is or into what I want.
One holds the horrors of hell,
while the other holds love towards one another.
One is the cold stark truth
and the other my fertile imagination,
and each day I pray
my imagination to become reality.
That the violence will vacate people's hearts
and they will throw away their weapons
and bigotry and racism will vanish,
that love will rule supreme.
Alas this is just my dream
and not what I observe.
2 January 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem