i slept to the dream
on the bed of rose petals.
soul asked ~what I want.
i struggled by turning sides.
my pillow was a bit tight
it rained from my eyes:
making pillow wet, in dreams
suddenly- got up
realise sleep will not give,
i need to remain awake.
Lovely imagery used in this dreamy poem; and the format is quite intriguing!
Dreams do come when you sleep but to realise you need to be awake.
In being awake and in your wakefulness the truth is realised...fine poem dear poet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem. You are different from others.