Hoping to shed city pain and strain
I wanted to let my sorrows drain
In a quaint little village miles away
I was in a thatched roof house to stay with friends for the weekend
But at the same time when I was sleeping there I was dreaming my life Away and I found that to be so strange at the same time because when I Am at home sleeping in my bed I never dream at all but maybe it is Because I am up early at home so I don't get the chance to dream
Also I don't know if dreams can help me or if theycan dammage my mind?
But to be honest with you I am not educated in that subject and Idon't Know anything about dreams so I can't comment on that
Am I being ignorant?
No not at all
But I can say that I have stumbled on something
Look at me now
Am I really alone with God
And God is that you?
Did you come to lead me here on the earth?
Yes I came here to lead you on earth God answered me
.........love the beginning of this write....to be in a quaint little village would be so nice....enjoyed..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very interesting poem. The beginning is so wonderfully descriptive. Sets the whole mood for the rest of the piece. Dreams are different for everyone. Some remember theirs nightly while others can't remember them at all. Some we can recall the moment we awaken and others remain elusive and then can pop into our minds weeks later for no apparent reason.