its in the air
in my mind
past the dreams
left to define
rolling hills so
far away
tomorrows shadow
left for today
as tears will fall
or a smile raised
a moment caught
left in the rain
so here I am
while there you go
where the fields
of bright red poppies grow
Im never there
but never far
she puts her fireflies
in a jar
then dreams a dream
of brighter days
in lands of Enchantment
far from the fray
but I will sit
and wait for you
to bring your song
in hopes renewed
flitter on and
flitter by
at times we
almost touch the sky
where dreams remain
and we will fly
because
tears are dreams
we never cry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem