Poème 'Strange dream of silent wildness' de DeCastlemore

I all the time do a strange dream
With the sea, quiet, placid and stoic,
And a majestic forest, full of fantasy.
All this magnificence
Was impregnate by a deep silence,
A tough and beautiful silence,
Like the call of the Truth.

And I don’t know how, or why,
But I was flying above a train bridge,
And beyond, far beyond
Of this weird symbol of absolute freedom,
There was forgotten geographies,
Particular, discreet, and above all,
Magically wild.