It’s trembling sadly in the misty air,
It fears to near you and touch your arm.
I squint at it, and I see it get scared.
I remain calm and silent not to harm
The little dream between you and me.
It doesn’t know yet it’s unwanted,
It still thinks it’s beautiful and free,
The little dream I’ve just created
About going for a walk downstream,
About dancing on a forest clearing.
What a poor, little, and unreal dream,
Such nice, such bright, such trusting...
It hides its face in the back of beyond,
It freezes as if it went into a trance.
The little dream seemed true and fond
Yet, yet... it had nothing to do with us...
I can feel this dream as though it's in front of me! Great poem written here Ms Jolanta, keep up the good work! [a 10/10 from me...] - Dona
Dreams big or small I believe help the creative flow. Which this write is. Patricia Gale
What a poignant and wistful write. Dreams are essential to the creative process. My applause for this one. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its a little dream.....but full of dreams.........