The dreamer's poem
This not a wet dream
It's a lesson of art
Where poetry is mixed with dreams
To create a platform of pure ecstasy
In this dream studio
Poetry is moulded
From the ocean of consciousness
Pebbles of poetry
Are formed from boulders of light
It's not unusual
For the poet to murmur sounds of ecstasy at night
As the dream slips from the shadow of mystery into the realm of light
And the poet feels the intensity of the poem
As it emerges from the ocean of consciousness
The poem is a refined moment of joy
The poet wallows in pure ecstasy
As the dream and the poem are merged
And the contents of ecstasy are allowed to flow
Through the veins of the dreamer's mind
It's the dreamer's poem
A concentrated mixture of mystery and charm
A spell for those who are easily aroused
A pleasant substance of abuse for poets all over the world
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A dreamer's poem is not a dream but a dream of hope and joy. This poem is very brilliantly penned.