When night goes to sleep
and slumber
stirs a dream
to unfold a new-born day
let me wake up
with bright shining light
gazing through this window
with winter storm watch
no longer
on my calendar
my credential for comfort
must be reflections
of your smiling face
in the mirror of my mind
with your breath of fresh air
perfuming every trestle of hair
on my body
stirring harmony in my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stunning thoughts shaped into a baffling mood. Exquisite.