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.
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