Lying in crisp cool whiteness
Lulled by soft whispers of stories past
No longer one but two lost in pale vastness
Luminous in the moonlight
Lure me in leave me there
Hold me down as I surrender
Unseeing removed suspended
In a single moment endless
Playing soft chords in me
Enveloped in notes lifted by hands
Dissipated melted under the weight of you
No longer one but two
The dunes are my favourite place and yours is my favourite dune poem. It strikes a chord.
Nice poem Meny, almost dreamlike...................willow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Playing soft chords in me Enveloped in notes lifted by hands Dissipated melted under the weight of you No longer one but two Excellent! You express your emotions and desires so well in writing!