A guidance for you has slept,
This is the sleep of a thousand years,
About which there is no pitch of darkness
But a ray of shining light.
Above the sky resounds in the heavens,
Below is a maze of my dream's design.
Guide me! Guide me through my maze,
Perhaps the people who believe in me
Shall live forever, in peace and prayer.
I have slept a most loved period of the zone,
Which is a region of real happy ease,
And that is acceptable to those knowing little
Guide me to the beliefs of my forefathers,
To awaken the spirits of sitting selfish beings,
A mate is according to the senses.
I see one friend in chivalry, a red skinned failure,
Looking into the eyes of mine.
So the thunder batters us with fury, fast and fellow,
To be resented by the living light of sight.
Topic(s) of this poem: dreaming,sleeping