Where's the palm of a hand
To warm the lines against the snowflakes
To draw this love into a touch
And spill my heart across the rivers
Now frozen and flowless alone
Where are the lips breathful unpoken
What is the sound they're reaching for
That of my name tearing the night apart
To sew my morning smile
Where is he
Just where is he tonight
Tucked in his bed by an empty side
Or sleep walking through the stardust
To reach me out of time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the beauty of a melody of love in longing :)