In the silent hours, we talked
When the stars lit the sky
And the lake mirrored the moon
We talked of the things that were
Of the things that would be
Our eyes had the starlight
Visions blazed our minds
Nerves soothed by soft murmurs
Like free spirits we roamed
From imagination to imagination
Measured steps down the pathway
A hand in hand bliss
The seldom brush of a hesitant breeze
An accompaniment to the tenderness
That played inside our hearts
We were together, untainted by doubts
Like travelers on a rough road
Strung tight on a rope
So were we, inseparable
In the breezy calm
Under the darkened sky
Far from the madness of the day
When life pulls you to its turmoil
And you long for the quiet of a midnight stroll.
When I consider the thoughts in your two minds, the gentleness in both of your hearts, the hope embodied in your togetherness, the goodness you share, I realize Paradise is not contained in a garden however resplendent it is. Paradise is the world created by loving people as they travel in every and any region their fate takes them. This midnight stroll is a transfigured night. This is one of your many poems that give us a vision of how wonderful life is when it is guided by the Soul's Reality.
Rich in romance, loaded with love and bursting with beauty!
Love is lit by stars in sky as new light and talking with calm breeze gave here new fragrance. Very fantastic imagery is drawn here. Interesting poem shared really.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Our eyes had the starlight Visions blazed our minds Nerves soothed by soft murmurs.longing for the midnight stroll......... full of love, full of romance........ fine poem. tony