Are you real,
A dream come true,
A hope that reaches reality?
No.
Your but a phantom of my mind
Rushing by;
Never seen by waking eyes.
Never more to dream or sleep,
Life's reality remains unseen,
Ghosts and counter parts repeat
Living is a dreamer's dream;
And Phantoms never die.
(1968)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem