One Imagines In Dreams Poem by Naveed Akram

Dreams are dreams that die,
Dying is part of nature offering my
Sons and daughters to the right,
And this family is too departed.
Doctors of death and life entrance
The liquids of water and ice.
Our souls have sacred source,
Our visibility inspires the realm,
For we dissolve the salt in the sea
With mighty land and sea,
The briny world is a prophetic dream.

One imagines a real soldier,
In his head is the helmet
Staying on his skull with skill,
Frightening the realities of relatives
And the relationships of gold
And silver, that transpire after a dream.
This real soldier is a professional lad
Of cunning ogreish might,
Fjords are encompassing his vision
In the world of dreams.