My dream floats in the wind
Beating your frosty lips as you
Go on doing the moon bath;
My breathe loves you to the
Core of your gene as silently
You recede to the gentle tide;
My wish plays with strands
Of your hair as you paint it
With the color of deep night;
I get lost in you as much as
Aroma of your song mingles
With the sanctity of a prayer
Dropping from the fresh buds.
A lovely poem..but.. I have to ask...what does Go on doing the moon bath; ? ? mean. it sounds lovely I would just like to know its meaning :)
She is getting washed by moon beam when she comes to stroll out side. And for reading and comment. Much love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This sounded very musical, the creativity in use of symbolism was rich-bringing out love and beauty together.
Honored...Thanks very much.