I have dreams
That I know I'll never touch.
As life slowly fades away
And we take the balance of our desires with us.
But even a small glimpse
of a much greater pain
Tells me that life
Must end, or become a cold and desolate place.
But I do hope those worlds are real.
Those that I see in my dreams.
Slipping though my fingers like the sand and stars.
Though I know I take them with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem