Either dark or tired you will escape.
The burning of your eyes before they drape.
Relaxing on a soft cushioned bed.
You lay to sleep upon your head.
The sandman controls your dreams at night.
Leaving only your eyes moving slight.
Dreaming about the day to be.
Please, leave your dreams to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Leave your dreams to me', very thoughtful indeed. Small yet beautiful. I suggest you embark on making one long peom. That might as well unleash what you never thought you were capable of! : D