Looking across the room, at the jewel,
I fear, I will never hold...
Trance~like, Forbidden Glance...
His beauty, shock’s the core of my soul...
In his eyes, dances moon~lite & dream’s,
reflects desire & depth,
that must be concealed...In his eyes, I see a world I want to roam...
Old Soul... Memory... Symbols... Dream...
(I’ve had to have known you in some other lifetime)
Something Whispers... Silent Voices...
Beckons me, to look your way...
Captivated, Bound, in silent awe,
by the shining Brightness, of your presence...
Filled with a relentlessly restless urge,
to seek You, (to be embraced by the essence of your soul...)
To entwine... Memory with the flesh...
You don’t remember me, but I remember You...
To moan softly... the Ghost song...
We can Remember...
J.C.V.11/3/2004
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one gave me chills....and sends me swimming on a memory as well