Dreams within the dreams of day
Crossing to the morning new
Mist of times that comes to stay
Giving songs of fresh and true
Like the moments in their feel
All the gifts so good and right
Love song of the day that’s real
Thru the morning and to night
Coming sweet and always more
Like a scent of roses red
Dreams of peace not of war
All that deals with words said
Of deepest effect exploding
In the hours of darkness still
Night of the middle flooding
Of their moments to fulfill
Dreams with in lives breathe
Breaking thru moment’s take
Its wander in verve and death
Rushing here during awake
Yesterdays that comes to nothing
All the ways those never were
Hope that seems but is bluffing
In their wasteland of the bare
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem