Just once... Of me
I hold her name close to heart,
and yes it feels enough,
enough to know
that she holds mine close to hers too.
Enough;
that she sees how full is moon tonight,
that she and I
are the same, for a second or two.
Awake at the deep end of night
though she may not feel the same,
not the same aching stomach,
not the same fire that burns the heart,
the same sighs that takes away
all that's one
and make it part.
Enough;
is her presence,
in and out of my mind.
That she is there,
beyond my reach,
a place, I'll never find.
The fact that she's awake,
that may there be a breeze
awake with us,
to take all that wanders in me
to her;
as a gentle thought
to caress her night,
just a thought, discreet and calm;
anonymous as I.
Then if love allows,
may it take shelter in her heart
and becomes a melody inside;
a lonely melody unlike others
sad and slow;
a sigh, a hum, a lover's plea
to make all her nights full of love,
that she may dream
just a little dream of me.
Dec 20th 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poem has an airy floating feeling.