In My Dream. Poem by Nana Kwame Nketsiah

Somewhere in my dream a voice calls, in the depth of my heart may it always be real.
Many times i fall and wake up to see the still blueness of the sky, many rains of tears for the quest of unrest. Still searching for the stillness of the green pastures as it lay beyond the plasters, wavering round and round to the quiteness of my eyes, may it pass by to catch a glance.
Going beyond and beyond the sky to it limit, let it speak to my heart and never forget me.
Let it quibble becouse of the wind, for it would never beat the wind of time, who always fight the unfolding cloud and the love that strife.