I woke up into an amazing scene,
something about the stars
and the hope they beam;
Countless candles lit the way
and every one, every flame,
burnt with one desire: -
To speak your name.
In every shine of every star
lives the beauty of your eyes,
which I recalled each time
they lay close to mine;
Breathing flowers, their singing hues,
are preludes to thoughts
that serve only to seek you.
The rain laid gently onto the trees,
whose gift was to bring them peace;
Your gift was that of rest,
your gift exposed my best.
If I should never see you again,
either in sun or in rain,
no matter the distance and time apart,
all my thoughts shall seek your heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Una bella poesia d'amore...mi piace tanttissimo, come un sogno... Grazie per questa bella arte!