Thoughts Poem by Njube Nangamso

it comes to me in the form of a dream, these rushed emotions steam from my heart like FLOODS, in a PEACEFUL stream.
dream or illusion?
it comes to me in many hidden faces,
hence thats why i have to follow all the traces i have beenn handed.
dream or illusion
this question lingers in my thoughts, dream
it comes in the form of a fantasy.. make believe love only thrives in dreams, it slowly dawns to me as thoughts escape the mind, the more they become realities..
these feelings of love come in the form of wishes.. wishes.. wishes? wishes of true LOVE
illusions
dreams
fantasies.. alas i call it sacred love
it comes in the form of a passing SEPTEMBER.
it comes in the form of a seed that thus blooms to a good harvest.
this dream of mine lives in a far away land, hence i too will follow it far and beyond.
it comes to me in the human form...
enlightenment has showed me that this dream is a never ending dream full of hidden tales.
my fate depends on this dream...