Non existent, possible worlds
And far off places
People that I have known
And dark, shadowy strangers
Songs that I've heard
And new, haunting melodies
Colours I can name
Yet plenty more, unknown
I fly through my dreams
On glittering dragons' wings
Take stock of all you see, and bring back the seedlings of our poems. Danny
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Astute dipiction of that which we are familiar with versus the way we lookat & pre label the Unknown....SKILLED PENNING, MARILYN... FJR