Recall the days of gone past
With every dream to fulfill
There was a tune and its cast
In the new morning born still
How easy the dreams can be
Their insecure hours between
The mirrors of past you'll see
Each prospect in its pristine
Night and day will conjure all
Giving us pictures of a whole
Each in their part and a call
Having their certain life's role
So much is absent yet in there
With dream-forgers weaving
A day comes to night in blare
With voices silently deceiving
Windows of times in dreams
Filling each rattling curiosity
Wavered the rivers and themes
Inside what we choose to see
Sleep has kept us long away
Made every passage disentwine
In their draft and shaping clay
Doubtful is each in between line
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem makes me think. Had to read it again and will have to read it again to catch all that you mean. I like it. H