Sun shines.
In thine eyes, my love.
With every whisper.
Of the wind, it blows.
Every shimmer.
Chisel, of trees.
Grass and flowers.
Abound, it grows.
Whether you know this or not.
Is not mine, to see.
A secret.
Which, you hold from me.
However, this I know.
Feel within.
That I have found.
A treasure in you.
For you wake me up.
In the morning.
Bring me to sleep.
At night.
The thought.
Of seeing you again.
Together anight...
So I watch you.
Moon and tingling of waves.
Glittering in darkness.
Cold, as they are.
Experience.
A strange warmth.
Pride.
Even happiness.
At thy sight.
Despite wind.
Chill.
Of the night.
This all I think.
And feel.
Tonight.
While I sit here.
Listen, to sounds.
Of darkness.
Coming, of twilight…
Singing of the sea.
Of approaching storm.
It all seems delightful to me.
As if.
My feet were made.
Light, as air.
My heart rises.
Through the clouds.
Like thunder.
That I hear.
Yes!
Passionate heart.
My temples.
Pounding and fire.
My dear, while you sleep.
I watch, desire...
sounds of darkness coming of twilight. good poem. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's so pleasurable to reading all your lines/ a great poem: : : : : : : :