I am what you dreamed, I dream alone.
And whereupon I turn and each are one.
From the deep you came, I shall return.
I dream alone, of what you dreamed I am.
Do not weep for what you had and lost.
I to fortold about a love you drempt for I.
Pools of light so bright it hurt the eye's.
The mirror on the wall has eye's as well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem