For those few special moments, things seem perfect.
You're in your own diminutive world of contentment
All your concerns and anxiety seem to vanish
Creations made up of people and recollections dear to you
The world still goes on around you, busy and complicated,
With all the trouble that may come with it.
visions of how selcouth the world is.
You're not a sleeper which your dreams will part when you awake
you are a daydreamer; all your deep thoughts and aspirations come to you as a vision and stay with you when you part.
you may choose to let these dreams sore like a bird in its first flight
uneasy at first then with effortlessness.
Or you could let them subside and fade away
akin to the fog that dissipates in the morning sun.
it is up to the dreamer to choose the dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem