I am sitting in your mind
I am walking in your head
I am running in your heart
I am thinking in your thought
I am smiling in your smiles
I am weeping in your tears
For I do carry water in your eyes
Some to drop and some to erase
Oh no, I am not sleeping in your palace
I am sleeping in my golden-bed of woods, meadows and roses
Turned silvery with the touch of the moon
In night where I see none save thou art as mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am weeping in your tears For I do carry water in your eyes Some to drop and some to erase Oh no, I am not sleeping in your palace I am sleeping in my golden-bed of woods, meadows and roses.....so touching and impressive. A beautiful poem on love, life and death nicely delineated. Thanks for sharing.