The dream of the dreamer was his to be told
And oh, what a story of the story he told
Whisper by whisper
Gasp by gasp
Of the dream that was his
And that no one else has.
It wasn’t about peace
Of love, of that matter
But about his dream
And how did it flatter
He never made since
Not a bit
But oh how the children
Loved it inch by inch
It wasn’t about ghouls
Nor was it about ghost
But how he had dreamt
And the dreamer was his host
Oh my should I tell
On what was the dream all about?
Or how was it fun?
Was it all played out?
No, like I said before the dream
Was his to be told
And man let me tell you….
What a story of a story that he told.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem