My mind is heavy and my eyes are dizzy,
yet a dream has failed to see me.
As the days shift into nights,
while everyone rest their eyes.
I can't help but wonder where is mine,
my dream maker of the night.
Not yet delirious, but oh so close.
Thoughts of what was, still linger in this dome.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem