I had a dream
and you were there
the stage we stood
upon was bare
the dream was but
a brief encore
a call that we
could not ignore
and so we played
our separate parts
like patrons
of the finer arts
before the graceful
final bow
returning us
to here and now
and as the velvet
curtain fell
the dreamland
faded to farewell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nostalgic poetical tone very beautiful.