Christmas is coming,
Tinsel and laughter,
You know, honey,
What I’m after,
The starlight that settles
Like magical prayers
In your eyes
And upon your hair.
Are you really prepared
To never see me
Or believe me
That I’m in love
With your superlative soul
Fated to save my dreams
From centuries of deprival,
Ever returning back and forth
Throughout the earth
Awaiting your arrival
To merely touch your hand?
Every word I speak to you
Is wild and strange,
But in your quiet place,
You trust me.
A million angels
In far-flung galaxies
Are telling you the same,
This is the lifetime
That we’re destined
To find each other.
A love that transcends time, beautifully expressed here. 'The starlight that settles/Like magical prayers/In your eyes/And upon your hair': lovely! ... 'That I’m in love/With your superlative soul': a wondrous title to hold...
very lovely! and romntic too. oh my! ! you and mary nagy and your poems.theyre irrestible., your poems, as if theyre talking...saying... read me more, you'll find out more...
Aw, Uriah, you're such a romatic soul. Lovely, just lovely. Hugs Anna xxx
I have always suspected that that is angels speciality-to unite the right souls..not to mention the superlative souls...I am sure they will do their job this time too..This poem is so beautiful Uriah-what a lovely Christmas poem! !
Uriah, as usual, beautiful words... I loved its flow, and especially the last lines... why can we never believe it when we are told that someone loves us...? -E
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful write, Uriah...first stanza, particularly capturing fjr.