Only to pillows, alone in my bed
Do I pour out my soul, wholly ready
For passion to show with the coming dusk
That ushers you here. Receive you I must,
So I begin waiting for sleep's gateway
To bring me relief, for you are my fate.
Pillows only talk back to fools like me.
Carefully warning that once more they see
Me lonely and sad, weeping for love that
Cannot be. Still, living in hope I chat
To them more, clutching at chances we may
Be meeting in more than ether one day.
Then I sleep, and with the first dream I feel
Your love and reach out, it is so real.
I imagine the pillow-soft bulk your
Warm frame lying alongside me. For
Comfort I cling to the cushion, cover
My head, whispering low to my lover,
Wetting my words with hot tears I now try
Accepting my fate, without knowing why.
I have to agree here Fay..I can relate to a lot of the things you've said here...excellent and emotional write...thank you...Fi...10+++
How many of us have kissed a pillow, I think a lot of us can relate to this piece Fay, a touching write, 10 Lynda xx
An emotional verse you write here Fay...I recognise these moments too...10++
That was such a feeling write Fay lets hope your dreams are sweet tonight 10 +++ Chris
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I would like to translate this poem
Pillow talk, well it's some thing that won't say no... Andy 10