It‘s all ordinary experience,

  All ordinary images.

By chance they emerge in a dream,

  Turning out infinite new patterns.

It’s all ordinary feelings,

  AH ordinary words.

By chance they encounter a poet,

  Turning out infinite new verses.

Once intoxicated,

  one learns the strength of wine,

Once smitten,

  one learns the power of love;

You cannot write my poems

  Just as I can not dream your dreams.