Literature & Languages

  • Issue 92 / March - April 2013



    Dawn Comes in Dreams

    M. Fethullah Gulen

    The spirit wanders through the night
    To find a way out
    Toward that which it seeks and longs for
    Travels with the hope of recovering what is lost

    Travels from the reason to the heart
    To bereft of power
    To distinguish the hopeful
    from among the hopeless causes
    There’s a cold war between realities and imaginings

    Dawn comes in dreams
    When everything turns pale in the dead hours of the night
    Dawn comes in dreams

    Dreams are always vivid
    Full of color
    There when a man looks deep
    Into unfathomed oceans
    Beholds the past
    The far future and what is near to come
    What is old about to be replaced or renewed?

    Dawn comes in dreams
    When realities are too dark to endure
    Dawn comes in dreams

    In darkness a man suffers
    The extreme of loneliness
    When mouths are tight-lipped
    As if zip-fastened
    He wishes to sprout wings and fly
    To the realms beyond and fly

    Dawn comes in dreams
    When events begin to drive me to give up hope
    Dawn comes in dreams

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