dream wake me not to my deep emotional distress
as I want to close the shadow of the past, touching
my sobering illusion of your beauty
sleep my dear heart the morning waits for your
midnight deep slumbers, and as you go remember
that letting me wash my shivering hair would soon
fly in the early sky
let me be the beginning of your dream, the dining
horizon of your everlasting stay in the eternity that
awaits the unspoken words of silent love
the cup pour out the harness of perfume and the
smile smell the poison of truth, standing where the
point has to reveals the endless halos of sincerity
of your stay
you have come and witness the rainbow of
teardropp as it showered the grain of pellets of the
future, hold and catch that wisdom that will leads
every path to the Galaxy of dream dinner of
tomorrow
the moon stood up high and as its bright in every
tree in a glittering star of your poem; hasten our
streaming dream of peace and liberty we want to
die ……..
“ a poem dedicated to poet Tamara Hanaring …..
the Passion of a poet “
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the cup pour out the harness of perfume and the smile smell the poison of truth, standing where the point has to reveals the endless halos of sincerity of your stay ----------- wow what a poetic stanza here....poetically woven to the great poetess! ! !