Under the curtains of your brow;
where millions of dreams grow.
I wonder if some are of mine too?
Where love in some and ecstasy endow?
Maybe some might give me droll;
when in dream I take you for stroll.
Some might drape tears in eyes;
in some in your embrace i might crawl.
In some your beauty I might exalt;
in some i love you forever and never to halt.
And when season of bliss passes away;
i kiss your tears that taste like salt.
In that meadows of never ending dreams;
do you search for me and my name do you scream?
Maybe some day, these dreams might come true;
when reality will appear like some dream
If you do, what do you see?
rainbows blooming and sun shining with glee?
in the world under the curtains of your brow
where millions of dreams grow! !
The depth of confidence sounding musical in the depth of dreaming....very nice...thanks
I enjoyed this poem. It conveys a sense of hope in uncertainty. Interesting rhyme scheme too. Much appreciated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem Dave, reflecting poetically with longing. I love the last two stanzas that lead up to 'in the world under your curtains of your brow where millions of dreams grow'. 10 Karin Anderson