Love find me when twilight lifts just part way,
guiding through valleys where wildflowers sway.
Sweetly the wind blows of jasmine divine,
guiding you closer forever be mine..
Walk past the oak tree that curls up her leaves,
turn by the scarecrow whose crows never leave.
Deep in a meadow grows lilac-lace fans,
there in between them I'll lay where I stand.
Forgo the hours that pass travels through,
holds to a passion exceeds what we knew.
Rest not as moments are fleeting from night,
rush-in your presence and take-in delight.
Hours fall between a wish and a dream,
While the essence of twilight drifts on moonbeams.
9-1-06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem