She parts me like he used to
with care and love
not rushing me like i was used
but being tender with love like i was her child.
I was in awe of the she moved wiht out judgement
she let me out of a confined box
that held me capitive.
With waves of emotions coming at once i am
lost inside her.
Is this real or will i awake to a memory.
If this is only as dream let me awake so i might find her
again and relive my dreams.
This poem has a sweet emotionalism and maybe a bit of meaning that floats just outside my grasp. I very much enjoyed reading this. Peace, L&T
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you can treat life as a dream though. dead is an awakening in the other realm. so this realm is a mere dream.