I had a dream last night
you and I became an us
I dreamt in so many lovely colors that don't exist
It was me and it was you
In a colorful meadow such a magical hue
I swear it seemed so real
some sort of astral projection
But like any dream
it all came to an end
Those brick and mortar walls erected up again
As it all fades and nights turn to days
My wide open meadow becomes my walled in maze
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem