It’s trembling sadly in the misty air, <br />It fears to near you and touch your arm. <br />I squint at it, and I see it get scared. <br />I remain calm and silent not to harm <br /> <br />The little dream between you and me. <br />It doesn’t know yet it’s unwanted, <br />It still thinks it’s beautiful and free, <br />The little dream I’ve just created <br /> <br />About going for a walk downstream, <br />About dancing on a forest clearing. <br />What a poor, little, and unreal dream, <br />Such nice, such bright, such trusting... <br /> <br />It hides its face in the back of beyond, <br />It freezes as if it went into a trance. <br />The little dream seemed true and fond <br />Yet, yet... it had nothing to do with us...<br /><br />Jolanta Gradowicz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-dream/
