Some nights....there be this brilliant star
that sparks a wink from my curious eye.
And closing both eyes, I'll make my wish
to feel your soft aura...blanket my senses,
sensually warming............... intoxicating.
I open my eye's...yet, never you're there-
as dreams and wishes cannot breathe,
their imbued in a stardusted fantasy,
as, I lay me down and watch the cracks
on my ceiling take their abstract shapes,
while I think of you and the one you be
the one with the starlit diamond eye's,
I ask myself, if my strange Third Eye
might strike a movement of human touch;
another night, and the organdy sheets
wrap me around, yet the chill is maddening.
Will we find each other beyond the stars
And past dimension and space...timelessly.
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-Frank James Ryan, Jr/FjR-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely portrayed fantasy...