I dream.
I am a peaceful, serene man.
I know so little,
But I care so much.
In my dream
I write some,
And realize I have wronged some,
I try to right my wrongs with my writing;
And thereby, I find deep joy
In a gentle moment in nature
Speaking with a beautiful solitary flower,
My deepest thoughts I feel no need to describe or defend,
As I talk calmly with this my true friend.
In my dream
God sits happily with me,
Quietly we converse.
Together we write, together we read,
I listen, He reads me.
Such deep joy we here know.
In these mystic moments
It is good,
It is as it should.
It is natural.
Time is unnatural.
Time is illusion.
Eternal peace, serene joy, deep divinity
Is reality,
God is here......
So am I,
In my dream.
In my dream
We are always, always together.
Always, we shall be.
... time awakens...
I never will, I am in my dream.
It's the final end of night,
And the start of all new days,
I have entered - with God -
Into the always, of our dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Wonderful peaceful poem, I guess we all would like the good lord as our reader and critic, after all, he's the only one that matters. A ten Smokey.