Can you make me dream again
or are all my dreams just lost?
I haven't been able to dream anymore
and oh the wakefulness it's cost.
I lie there thinking something is wrong
but yet my days are fine.
And I understand between night and day
there is a very fine line.
What I can't understand is where dreams go
or why they have taken flight?
They say we all dream but where are mine?
Are they flying around like a kite?
If that's the case let me catch the string
and bring them back to my bed.
Then maybe they'll visit my weary self
and quiet my troubled head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem