Lost vales in holy
unwinding
scent of familiarity.
Waterfalls white hair
flowing unfolding.
Space never occupied
spoken not
a secret.
Small small bird sings
sending feathery
chills
unlike the ice of dreams.
Rain of thoughts without end
planting a field
of hope.
Sleeping a sleep lap
thats always yours
my head lays.
Moon of your face to mine
dark ink eyes
unbroken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this poem.... it really speaks to my soul