Dream Poem by Mohsen Moqim Hanjani

Dream

It`s late in midnight, everyone is sleep
Human or not, drifiting so deep
No voice can be heard, even from walls
Nor someone`s echo, who for himself calls

The lord dreaming, in the lust of land
Planing schemes, first to cut whose hand
Goddess swimming, in the pool of gold
Proud of the lads, doing what they told

The smith worships, his hammer and stone
Trying to make, masterpiece of his own
The chef tasting, a potion of his make
As to when awake, he`d have none to take

A clown is searching, for new ways to fool
But not the watchmen, as himself is the fool
Freezing in the cold, the guard stands tall
Not through pleasure, but fear of what may come

In al this diverse dreams of mankind
A boy is trying to reach to the stars