Went your day well?
Did the bluebird I sent
land on your shoulder
and flutter you into delight?
Goes your sleep well?
Were your nightime dreams
lit with the stardust I ordered,
and did my love warm
every corner of your
heart until dawn?
Ends your noon well?
Do you realize it is I arrange
sunbeams to play
gently around your eyes,
and persuade
afternoons to lighten
your workaday
load with heightened
moments?
Falls your evening well?
Did you know I parcel
every daytime
shower from early skies
so tightly
that there becomes
by eventide
only rainbowing arcs
of love's tenderest
colour abiding,
to remind you of me?
Works your life well?
Are you aware dear love
your welfare
comes first and
your faraway friend
cares deeply
that you really enjoy
life within
destiny's calling
alongside me
until after eternity?
works your life well; enda your noon well; falls your evening well....after eternity, what have we got, what ends well? Fay, this is what poetry gives me, all that I haven't got, and can't get. except 'after eternity.' This is transcendental. Again, happy New Year, Fay mark
super fine fay.. i loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful metaphorical expression suggesting the happiness: Did you know I parcel every daytime shower from early skies so tightly that there becomes by eventide only rainbowing arcs of love's tenderest colour abiding, excellent lyric poem 10/10 from Mari