Treasure Island

Kathup Tsering

(1979 / Northern estern Tibet)

Sliver Dream


To a curly hair girl


Last night, I dreamt in the dream

Orange tree, growing at my heart

Under blue sky, on the blue ocean

Wind of change, lifting my heart


Last night, I dream in the dream

Curly hair girl, walking softly

Visible into my eye, I only saw her shadow

With wing of angel, flying slowly


Over my starry sky, in my dream

Oh, curly hair girl, beheld me with your eye

And you will see, life is not a dream

Or love is not dream in my eye


Through lonely night, I dreamt of song

That neither lyric, nor music

Nor word, but I still could hear the song

Of your walking, softly, on my heart.

Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2007
Edited: Sunday, February 27, 2011

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