The wind brushed my skin
Felt like your caress, so divine...
Aching for your touch
I entered your dreams
Riding on a bright moonbeam
While you were sleeping
My soul taking wings
Touching the face of my beloved
You absorbed me within
Alas, the time is up
With a last kiss, I depart
Are your lips tingling?
What a beautiful collection of 'ku's.... I' m really liking your work T.O....... HG: -) xx
Stellar imagery....solid crafting...keep on Rockin' my dear! F. j. R.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful ku's...enjoyed them very much..................Diane