Is this a dream within an inner dream? ...
That We see, as like a wind swept stream.
This wind swept stream has many catches fly...
Beneath the withered tree, that doth so lie.
Lying beneath the Sun heralded theme...
In this My son, My dream that I dream.
Colorless are the specter ed images in shadowed steep...
Mindless of all, That wispy scream.
That scream within my disturbing dream...
Awakens Me softly, as I scream.
Scream for all the silenced guilt...
From My book of life, that I built.
Ready to fall hardest on a many deafened ear...
Crashing so hearty, as within and near.
No more guilt and no more denial...
I am now gone, No more trial.
Beneath the guilt riddled tree...
May I lie peaceably, as well as be.
Forever free...
Beneath this dreamless tree
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well written contemplative piece that seeks the meaning of life. Great poetry.