Here within no home I roam
pillow of hers of which
I know
hallowed is her scent.
Loam upon the rocky shore hewn
from granit she does know
my name.
Inside her mind towit no man
but I.
Mounds of Venus mons on Mars
interwined amongst all stars
are they.
Flashing brillint point of light a sun.
This is my third visit to this poem, somehow it makes me want to sing a sad song...but I get sentimental when it rains. I believe it was written first on your heart. Dorothy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I also think this was written on your heart, your words are beautiful, if sad or is it a longing for a long departed love. Bob