I fell asleep and I was dreaming
of those places left behind,
country roads and water gleaming,
summertime and bright sunshine.
I often wished I could return,
but time just runs in one direction.
And though I will forever yearn,
a lost desire has no correction.
But I will try, for try I must,
at fitting circumstance to dreams,
for that is all that I can trust,
and not my long forgotten schemes.
And will I someday be rewarded?
One more thing I can't foresee.
Beyond a time yet unrecorded
awaits an ultimate decree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem