Some people say it's made out of fluffy pink candy
clouds of it just floating about aimlessly
you can hop on it
travel to a veiled land we call La La
Some say it makes life worth
all the aches and agony
it gives strength to carry on
to move hills, mountains and highlands
Some say death is a price well paid
for its fulfillment
brands them more worthy
to be its owners
But I ask
if dreams are what life is made of
if dreams are pillars that hold our hopes
if dreams be the balm to soothe a restless soul
what do we do
when we can dream no more?
I enjoyed the explanation of this poem as much as the writing itself. May desire never R.I.P., and be reincarnated with time over and over. Inspiring write. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this brings out a pre good question... nicely written