I DREAM

I dream

of a distant land

with the rising Sun,

the morning breeze

I breathe in.

A land

with a thousand flowers

offering themselves

to be my bed,

as I lay down.

And when night falls,

I dream of the stars

that blanket me soon

with their twinkling powers.

I lay there dreaming

of this distant land

with rising Sun,

the morning breeze 

that I breathe in.