Do I dare to dream; To aspire to those lofty
heights from which I could fatally plummet?
Ah, but the air is crisp and the sky is
blue upon that misty summit
And it calls to my desire to have the world
beneath my feet
But if I am again to dream I first must rest and sleep
This one shows gret technique of sequence Jim. It must have escaped me because I've not seen it before. Shall add it to my favourites. Fay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reality check! I love this one, one of your lighter poems.