I see your face among a crowd,
That swarms a beach under a flashing sky,
Your smile so taking, your eyes so agleam,
You're just a rose that sits carefree in a field of dandelions,
Around a bonfire music plays,
Where the flames softly escalte to the warm the stars,
I watch you hair thrill and your skin with a glitter,
You're the only voice heard in the staging of a choir.
I walk slowly towards you, your eyes do not move,
In a crowd that has just faded, I ask you for a dance,
You are reluctant, but you calmly say 'yes',
And I escort you to the shores where we slowdance to the waves,
As our dance ends and we pull apart from one another,
I cannot help but to pull her closer and hold her,
We gaze into each other's eyes, once mysteries now revealed,
And we kiss under the moon, where the fireworks cheer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Read mine 'Of Dandelions and Tears'. You will see the connection. Adeline