Sweet Sorrows Poem by Maya Took

Yet I was dreaming
In past weeks
A good dream-filled with joy.
I was dreaming the best dream
About meadows heights and peaks

I had a dream
In which I wrote,
And my heart was singing songs
Dream of returning home to a field that was forlorn
Which Included a mystery
Of returning to forgotten poetry.

I had a dream, from which I awoke
And on which I want to rely
I had a good dream from which I awoke
Leaving peaceful sweet sorrows
Which hopefully-
Never Die.