032610h Beyond The River Poem by Manonton Dalan

between my finger tips
is a tiny pin to make dots
invisible to naked eyes
it's not there where it touch
somewhere nobody could go
even thinnest wind can't blow

we believe what we can't see
but feel, we love to dream
when our lives isn't going well
we imagine how to get off spell
world is created equally cruel
we are prisoner of our desire

my happiness runs in seconds
my problems runs in life span
my sleep is peaceful moment
between my fingers are dream
only few came to see the seam
wide enough to makes you grin