The Dream
In that midnight hour
When you've yielded to that one power;
Between sleep and dream
When all you notice is a deadly calm,
And all you hear is silence;
Absolute naked silence.
I saw it broken, like iceberg
A veil-like misty fog,
And a gate opens like a book
It was there as I look,
Like a book with endless pages,
Like a pair of wings
Belonging to countless dragonflies,
I raised my leg and stepped into paradise!
Yes, paradise!
It was peopled by all kind of trees,
From four fountains emanate assorted breeze.
There were no snake anywhere
But barren land stretches here and there.
And in a last effort to wake up
From this slumbering sleep,
A voice I heard from within the trees
Sounding like swan of bees,
Breaking the virgin calm:
'Where are you Adam? '
It was the voice of my dad
As I woke up, naked on my bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem