In silence of lonesome night,
I hold the pillow you lay,
And crave the warmth o' thy body.
In absence of presence being,
I cling to feelin' of touch,
An' hunger the trail of thine hand.
In dismiss of solitary mind,
I grasp moments you fill,
And thirst for the spirit of thy soul.
In silence of breaths' whisper,
I embrace each syllable note
And conceive the making of Love.
In absence of your identity,
I capture the life you live,
And inhale the fragrence of your sent.
For this be the reason of my surrender...
Unto you 'til my days shall end..................
GJW 12/12/06
This captured silence speaks loudly Sir Geoff...romance engendered from the soul. Very well done! ...................Diane
Sir Geoff of Valentino Status>>>You Romeo, you...A fine Penning here, ladened with sprinklings of th'ol' poetic elisions in th' classic days o' yore...Job well done. ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''{F j R}
A complete capitulation to your beloved is called ' Fanaa ' in the sufi terminilogy....which is what you are professing here. Great read. Love...TO
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well Geoff, you have really captured an intimate moment here, well done, Love duncan X