Winter poem

Dreams

Generations are born and generations pass,
the generations glide like streams,
die and vanish and become extinct,
and yet enticing dreams never die:
to live in the sun, in sorrow and the storm,
grow numb and be laid on the bier,
rise up again in shimmering form,
follow in each other's footsteps.
However they come and however they go,
gliding like reflecting streams,
however they vanish and become extinct,
eternal dreams live on.

poem of Jonatan Reuter, Drommarna, from the accentus CD North

A good winter poem.