Waking is the dreamer's lament
To rise in solitude
When only a moment before
I was in your arms
Finally free
I reach out to hold you
But your eyes, full of love
Vanish like dew
Gifts of the night
Taken by morning light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fine imagery..lifting emotions of love and longing... Words very expressive... Superb!