there is more joy in the chase,
than facing burdens
of a dream caught up,
like a fish out of water
the dream gasps and wriggles
basks in its birth,
no longer free
and filled with mirth,
responsibility is its curse
a dream comes to life
has a parent and a spouse
no voice of its own,
now the dreamer
bridled by reality
when called upon
must answer
the child of its mind
can no longer float about
romp and roam the heavens
idly sit by
drawn into the stream
swims down the river of events
begets a history,
sits on the fence
judging grows old
finally it is buried among its fold
remembered and blessed
by what is told
where as the chase
remains care free
and never grows old
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like a dream catcher, you bring me down to the wire...........my mind echos and floats in the stream of your vernacular whirlpool! ! ! great piece.