Each night, earth life suspended,
Without asking where you are going
Or who you are, you experience
As if life dreams of itself,
Content to keep happy, immortality
Behind the curtain of sleep.
It's a world you have no word for
And though it was real at the moment,
You call it a dream,
Which is lost as you awake.
I find the poem meaningless. What are you saying? Then say it. You have a way with words... if only you would cease to torture them and bring an order, then the beauty mentioned by others would have meaning and thus bring something greater than the word count.
Tantalizingly sweet..Dulcifying the soul... sublime...Carving out a romantic mood.. You are born poet... Cheers
This poem is pleasant to read and to think of dreams. You have made me think which of my dreams was the most pleasant. Which one made me tremble of fear. And though it was real at the moment, You call it a dream, Which is lost as you awake. Good poem
A fine great poem on dreams and night sleep. Kerp writing. Thumbs up. Plz do read and comment my newest poem too titled, 'mini earthquake experiences'
Dreams can feel so real. I love to dream, I love to sleep. I like your poem
Very good10++++++++++++Thanks you my friend good morning.
lovely poem.. i liked.. clear 10 life ceases- at night tuesday,21st July 2020 life has more adventures to make sure you are successful and lead the life purposefully Hasmukh Mehta
Behind the curtain of sleep. It's a world you have no word for........... beautiful saying
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wonder what wonders are conceived in the land of Nod that awaken sometimes in the world of Awake and changes the destination of a life. Thank you for another glimpse of beauty