~~~ Dream ~~~

Now it is dusky,
There is sweetness in the trees,
They are singing and whistling together.
And fireflies are counting the leaves,
The flowers are all folded now
And the dark is going by.
The evening is arising...
It is time to rest.

When I am sleeping,
I find my pillow full of dreams.
They are all new dreams.
No one told them to me...

I had a dream…
Before I came through the cloud.
They remember the sky, my little dreams,
They have wings, they are quick, they are charming.
I want to tell my dreams
To the other children,
So that their bread may taste whiter,
So that the milk they drink,
May make them think of meadows and rainbows.

In the sky full of stars.
I wish I could count them all.
May all have courage to dream.
May their audacity help their dreams come true.
So they will remember what they knew,
Before they came through the cloud.

So, let me hold their little hands in the dark,
A brighter tomorrow for the lonely children.

I like this country,
Though I like a very few things it has,
But I can’t forget the gleaming dreams in those innocent eyes.
And I can’t forget my reverie I had of the sea,
The gulls swinging and calling,
And the foamy towers of the waves.
Thrashing against my dead body…