Daydreamers build castles way up in the blue,
And fill them with pictures that are never quite true.
A castle in clouds is a secret retreat,
Where hope for the future and fond memories accrete.
I'll build me a castle, way up in the air,
And fill it with pictures of someone, somewhere.
She'll hasten to me, her troth for to plight,
Whenever my thoughts and fancies take flight.
She's, too, a daydreamer, with affection to spare,
We're two lonely dreamers with souls to lay bare.
A dream is a blessing of untrammelled relief,
An isle of serenity, in an ocean of grief.
Where would we be without some release,
Stuck in a nightmare, never at peace?
Dreams I will cling to, they help keep me sane,
A parallel dimension, tucked away in my brain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem