Dream Talk

My life is a great peace apon me. but I dream dreams I abhor, a great void is inside I see. This empties my hearts core, gone from before. and I don't know what is the key. The voices, yet the voices, in my dreams They speak to me and I feel their warmth I feel their care and business all about me but I do not understand, I cannot comprehend It clamours in the air. No sense is there. It is not my tongue. My language is here. I lie awake and I am lost. Beyond I hear my people all around me. I hear them stirring, They call from below get up its time. I am happy, loved and feel their need but talk from the dreamworld is calling to me. My ignorance of it is a cry. This land of mine, this land of 19 years is beautiful. is beautiful Here I learnt and I have felt the warmth and the life, my life, all about me I try to make the dream people listen and ask them what this means I shout at them but they don't answer me. they pick me up and gently hold me. I am frightened. I am frightened by these loving voices. I need them to talk to me in my own tongue. but they don't. At last I show my trouble to my family, They go grave and listen quietly. My mother watches as I speak she calms me softly gently, they hold my hands and look at me through tears. At last they tell me. You were not born to us you came to us when you were four From a far and troubled land. And we chose you and it was best for you that you came and lived here with us one day you will go and visit them. My world in turmoil. Pocketful of Dreams Write about the strangest dream you ever had.