Into the world of dreams
where reality subsides,
my mind drifts where my subconscious guides.
Into the depths of hell,
then to the heights of heaven,
finally settling on a levitation
of the planes in between.
With its shapeless figures that fill
and can appear and disappear at will.
The ghostly figures that drift across my mind
in this place where the object is no time.
My mind finds a solemn peace for me
near the almost perfect pattern of tranquillity.
(Date Written Unknown)
David, I feel that this is a wonderful poem, lots of reflecting, lots of peace. 'Into the world of dreams, where reality subsides'. Lovely words written by a true poet. Bob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this one has such a smooth read that I feel I'm in a dreamy state.....thatnks for putting me there with your words....: O)