peaceful, just like real soft light
right before the full sunrise.
like a slow touching warmth
on my bared shoulder
underneath the sun -
the heat of the morning
warming the roundness of
the curve of my arm.
you were there,
breathing slowly,
asleep. your
butterfly eyelashes
fluttered at the
window of your dreams -
your thoughts humming
in some unknown sequence. i saw
you reach out to the warmth
with both arms
in a stretch towards
the new light, your
eyes still closed. but you
smiled
and rolled over
underneath a
mountainous snow-capped sheet,
the sun at your back
seems as if it should have
convinced you
(like a heated argument)
to rise and get busy.
the sun touched you
only once
before you tried
to awaken.
but you
(you-fly-away-
bird-still-asleep-
in-bed)
closed your eyes
again.
as if light
had not bidden you,
had not begged
or beckoned
your gentle attention -
even hours ago
when you asked
the beginnings of the
daylight to let you go,
to let you go,
not to tempt your
dreams -
fluttering until
it had hopefully captured
the cocoon of
your sleep, wrapped
tightly around you -
and raised you up
for the tide of the day...
like the thousands
of things you
might have wanted to do.
you would not
wake up, no, not
for a song from me,
nor for the stark
light of the afternoon.
i am looking for a literary agent (Cathy Smith) will accept one in Germany, England or the USA - or India as well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A romantic depiction of peaceful sleep of loved one, well articulated and insightfully penned from the heart with conviction. Beautiful narrative piece of poetry written in nice poetic diction. Thanks for sharing Cathy. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.