Oh Erato, please now tell
of this feeling, can it be?
As stirrings of love's essence
lie burning inside of me...
Is love smooth like sanded pine,
warm like a flame's deepest blue?
Can it fill a heart empty
as an egg broken in two?
Crushed velvet upon satin
amidst the sheered vallance wide
Trailing by a shadow,
has love alas arrived?
In lilacs' petaled breeze
the air sweeps-in desire,
Love's spark therein burns
unlike no other fire.
2005 sinnaminsun (revised 2009)
NICE POEM, ...............................................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you very much David, I'm glad you liked it. Take care :) Kim