Each night as we sleep
we drift into the world of dreams.
Our mind makes up fantasies
through snippets of our daily life.
We dream of all sorts of things
some real, some imaginary.
We don’t always remember
all the things we dream about
when we walk through
that dream world of ours.
5 February 2008
Not sure i've ever heard it described so well. Check out Wm Blake's 'Land of Dreams' if you haven't already.
Sometimes David, we used dreams as scapegoat in the realities of life.We wanted to continue the unfinished wishes we felt inside, the hurts and the pains. If for only in a dream, we can be happy..what a sigh...Thanks for the sharing, David..I love this.. love, Meggie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
First I have to sleep...before I can dream....lol...and the ones I remember are bizarre...maybe I'm better off not dreaming...lol