In that sloth before waking up a dream may come
And vanish without trace, unless its vividness
Is noted on a scrap of paper or saved in cyber-space.
This dawn I dreamt that I was in a car,
High up on a hill, when we began
Slowly descending by the hairpin bends,
In lower gear for safety. At one pause,
I came upon a sudden seascape, vast and endless;
Strong blusters whirled the leaves of swaying trees
And held rain promise. The pitted water surface
Sprang out in myriad little boats; they were like
Fully fashioned naval fleets, forming and re-forming;
Every Instant they appear and exit:
A life, an ego, a birth for mirth and woe
Will vanish into oceanic oblivion
In imagined Time sans history,
Symbols of transience in boundless Eternity.
Truly, dreams acknowledge life it's mirth and woe.Loved reading the poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the first stanza, I also wake up and write it down, using a flashlight to see with! Love this line: Symbols of transience in boundless Eternity. Beautiful dream-like quality with gentle rhythms singing in the background. Great poem, Ananta! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn