Upon the rising of the sun
my dreams poured out upon the lukewarm beams,
as I began to stream
my light grew and grew.
My life became nothing more than a dream,
its water's poured out upon the shores of yesterday's gleam.
I was left in its wake,
forever lingering on a waking dream.
Slowly as the shadow's lengthened
the sun rose over the horizon,
bring me my dreamers dream.
It glistened in my eyes,
as my soul leaped forth into the sky.
I became a dreamer no more,
because I knew I can fly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem