Stillness around,
the night has
closed to find
its dreamers.
We are dreamers
of broken
illusions.
We dream
the dream
and hope
the thought
what might
and should
but isn't...
We care
to dare
what could
but will not.
We are dreamers
and the night
won't last...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The wake up time, another coffee and miles to drive..... Nevertheless we will dream on, Ursula.....