I fantasize
about a life with him,
a love outspoken,
and the day and the night puppeteer my heart,
with the sweet dream my soul grasps the sunlight
and is free to kiss his lips like it was the last chance,
or hold him like he was the air one breathes,
a passion to love, more fervent than fire
detaches reality, if only for a beautiful moment in time,
but then the sunset falls,
and sadness floods out the fantasy,
and I sink back into my life,
worn like a page read too many times,
and the night surrounds my soul and it sleeps
in the cold, dark night, waiting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you can only hold hope for the day that dreams may come true...beautiful write.