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.