The life of a dreamer

THE LIFE OF A DREAMER

The life of a dreamer is not real

Arise now; do not go to bed now, so is the advice of the poet for the life of a dreamer is not real

He dreams and dreams yet his dreams never become as cream

It grows dimmer and dimmer as the night gets deeper and deeper

He laughs in his sleep thinking of fantasies

Yet, they all fly away as the dawn comes away

His mind is utopia; he builds castles from ruins and drinks water from a cataract

He takes wine from a wild vine

‘I am rich’, he says to himself for he dreams in his sleep

He thinks fey, but, cannot make hay under the sun,

Because for him there is no heyday