I am a man who sleep in the cool night
No thinking while closing eyes
Feeling death is getting closer
To be die that I don’t want because of no dream
I am a man who lay on soft bed
Hoping that my dream is not bad
Wishing I dream of things, the creating beauty
Still, I can’t see the future that looks at me in my dream
I try to see the things in my deep sleep
Scared, tired, make my mind blank
Terrible, horrible, pounce on my soul
I am a man without a dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is too short and sometimes too many decision to make. Just the pure beauty of nature in time, can brings us back to dream again. Many thanks Domes.
Thank you for the comment and you are welcome, Mrs. Paul