O dreams drip so quietly and slowly.
In the deep heart of midnight, I'm spellbound
By their myriad wondrous, glowing worlds.
Reality's bleakness seems a mere
Shadow play, compared to these radiant
Inner kingdoms; that seems to whisper to me
Softly like kindred spirits: to have no fear
But to come and play in strange, twilight realms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Michael...much appreciated as always. i shall heed your words.