Into dreams, you drift,
away from the harsh realities,
to places full of tranquillity.
You drift along to
where everyday brings happiness,
sorrow is not allowed there.
In these places of peaceful beauty,
where birds sing, and flowers bloom everyday
under a never setting sun.
Places where the word worry
is always questioned there.
You drift along in your dreams,
til the morning comes to call
with the waking hour
and the dream drifter must get up
to face the world again
with its harsh realities of pain.
I don't remember my night dreams....probably because I don't sleep much....but my daydream (Poems) I'll escape too.....that's where I would rather be: O)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh I love this.....I am a believer in the reality behind our dreams and the good ones are great, way too many are not to be figured out and then there are the horrible nightmare ones....but this poem speaks of dreams in words one can relate to. Have you ever heard of a thing called ' A Dream Catcher? ' You put it in a window that the sun comes through and the prisms of different colors all represent something in your life....or something like that.....no, I am not superstitous.~~~marci.xo