The greatest disappointment is a dream turned to reality
For each real thing is destined to mortality
Every dream made real loses its perfection
To be ripped apart by life's reflection
A flower in a dream awakens each morning to taste afresh the dew
Entropy is absent as the sun sets and completes its course anew
In a dream each love is true
In a dream each night brings me to you
But each dream that brushes sunlight
Is forever destined to the first one's plight
No matter how tight you grasp the golden grain
The wave will brake time and again
So paint each fantasy on an unlit sky
and spread your wings between the stars to fly
Build your dreams as an eagle builds its nest
Out of reach, on the highest cliff while you find rest
Let the covering ink of darkness
Keep your dreams from harsh days to confess
Let the perennial flower grow and bloom
Each dewdropp to appreciate and keep from doom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem