My sleep wasn't a dream last night,
Even though it's content deemed so bright,
Even though it's quality was great,
This sleep wasn't a dream last night.
What was needed was a story line.
I seemed to make it totally mine,
The story line made it so very nice,
This sleep that I dreamt would suffice.
I dreamt that this world turned peaceful.
This world was with love so full.
This world was so beautiful,
This world was at peace.
Now this world was dreaming,
A dream of peace.
It's sleep lead to a dream,
Of beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem