Are you thinking of me, from your
Golden braids, your windblown tresses?
The jazzing is cerulean, phosphorous,
It steals my heart towards yours.
Is it a chocolate box, a red
Red bouquet, you are so preciously awaiting?
My gift to you, instead, so simple,
Is this dreaming, quiet fancy.
Yellow tresses, future dresses,
The stars all sing for you tonight.
I dream your smile, your lifting eyes,
The whole world joys when you pass by.
Are you thinking of me, from your
Golden braids, your tresses?
Girl, steal my heart away from me,
Fancy that! At your door, I’m waiting,
Red bouquet, my dreams in hand.
I’m silent tonight; tomorrow I'm song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very special, Jonzo. I like the breakup, I always have a life-death struggle with ph as I'm trying to format my poems and so far it always beats me. I like how you use words very differently sometimes. for example, in this poem: towards, joys, song. Those are normal words but you turn them into something to merit a double take. ah, jazz. -landrey