Be not my love poetry
Found in an archway of trees
Be not the silences & it's reckoning
In the barren desserts of ne'er to be;
But be a mirror of coloured reflections
Be a pause of words most sublime
Steal me away far from this day
Dream me into words most divine;
Be that sweet magic verse that holds me
In the arms of great poets of old
Carry me away from the darkness of not knowing
Steal me away from winter words so very cold;
Be that sweet music to my ears that invites
Write of the season of blooming Spring
Be as the song of birds divine Psalms
Give me a verse that simply sings;
By, Theodora Onken
February 9,2013
My family inspired this one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gajanan, Thank you so very much!