Entering sleep
From a world of sight.
Random dreams
On a given night.
Embracing subconscious
State of mind—
Until returning
To real time.
Some dreams we recall,
And some—we don't.
Some we'd like to,
And some we won't.
Must deal with each—
Pleasure or daunt.
No way to order
The dreams that we want.
(Revised 9/2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true. If we could order up our dreams I would be a great poet-you already are. I'm going to try it