My dream comes true with the speed of time.
Dream is my chum, but not time.
Time has no time to stand for me, rather it leaves me behind.
I whril within dream, shed pains in dream.
I draw compassion with patience,
Success is grown in patience.
I try to hold time for dream abode, but no response.
Time makes me grow old and let me know cruelity.
I dream not in sleep,
I dream in my sense for victory being speedy like time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time flies for sure and one day so shall we on angels wings...what a time that will be..my constant dream...thanks for reminding us about dreaming