Oh, somewhere in the deep, dark night,
I lost a lovely dream -
It drifted through my sleeping hours,
Just like a sparkling stream.
It left an imprint on my mind,
That I will ne’er forget -
Such was the beauty of its form,
Upon my heart now set.
I’ve searched within my memory,
This dream to now recall -
But only shadows linger there,
It’s gone, once and for all.
It melted into vapoured clouds,
Then floated far away –
Becoming just an image lost,
As night turned into day.
I know my dream was beautiful,
It filled my heart with glee -
Oh, that I could recall it now,
It was so lov-el-y.
Why do the best dreams vanish quickly on waking, but the bad one's remain for hours? Probably down to guilt! Nice one Val.
A beautiful poem describing the full satisfaction of mind during being in that dream and forgetting all pains during that time. I wish you have several dreams like thisone in days to come.
Lovely dream described in lovely rhymes and images and how good that you could recall it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very enjoyable. The sweet dream, fading from our memory. Yet we know it was there Perhaps something like the place we were before we were born