Our sweet dreams
are built on love;
our saddest ones
are of when love dies.
Each day we build up ourselves
to face a better tomorrow.
We dream of things
we want to happen.
On waking up, we wish them to,
but our dreams are only facts,
we have stored up everyday,
and while we are asleep, our mind stores them away.
At times we live in a world of make believe,
where fantasy and hope intertwine,
to make a sort of reality
in our dreaming mind.
26 May 2007
Dreams are what keep us sane, how could you go to that boring job day after day if you had no where to escape... David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They keep me going: O)