As we dream across the youth
upon the milieu of sands
the love and smiles
may be rippling on the sea.
as we breath betiding
blending the love upon the milieu of time
we conquer the dream
Braced up by the grin and grace.
When the winds of time
Blows away the sands from the milieu
Love is slowly lost to the dream.
and the sands of love subsumed
on the milieu of time.
Beautiful short commentary on life. I like the comparisons and images. Should we build our lives on dreams rather than sand? I know: love and smiles but they are not like rock.
the difference between love and faith is one's motive.someone loving by faith, however chooses to love, motive in spite of feelings, need to discover how to love consistently in this way towards each other, find hardly...but remain in dreams. excellent work doc, Mary :)
Very eloquent. I felt nostalgic as I read your flowing lines. Time will have us all, but the dream still has the power to remain in the landscapes of the mind. Excellent.Dr.Kar. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As promised... I know these sands well and whether dried by desert or wet by sea, ... love and smiles to you... One Peace at a Time, Deana