After a dismal day
I just pray
To my subconscious
For a pure dream or it can be a hallucination.
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I was sailing alone as a first sailor of the earth, I don't know any star, not even south or north- And I lost, lost myself in that sea But I felt behind that someone is waiting it is thee— a consciousness that someone is waiting for me.... helps me in my life... if we are united in prayer with the Almighty God then we will have this consciousness that someone is waiting for me on the shore...... thank you very much dear poet... tony
A beautiful poem on dreams and reality. The love element in the poem makes it more lovely.
What a wonderful dream! In truth, behind every door, on every corner of the street, someone waits for you. They wait for your smile, for your friendly words. As for myself, still too many of my days pass, me walking along all these people craving for a kind word or smile, opportunities going by without being noticed. The days I am more attentive to these opportunities for random kindnesses, are really my best days. The key to happiness lies in your dream, man. Recognizing all these people out there, lonely, sad, frustrated, desperate, waiting for someone to smile, craving for a kind word, turns our days from dreary to super. I think your poem meant something different than what I write here, but that is what I made of the dream.