When we met you took over
All My empty dreams and filling-
In 65 plus seasons with love
My entire dreams were huddled in the
Basement covered with confusion:
And happiness sitting quietly on its seat
Way too delighted to even sing.
Me alone with empty dreams, sun
Parched, and needing a cool drink:
wrapped in dreadful thoughts:
shrouded in lowest part that couldn’t hide.
Not only did you find my dreams, you took
Them from me and made them into real things.
Nowadays my old thoughts know how to act whether
Inside or outdoors.
By
Almedia Knight-Oliver
To my husband on the very
Last Monday in the year 2012, and
From every day on…
Love you extensively…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem to your Beau who is the dream catcher indeed lovely poem expressed with love [Our local mountain... Mount Warning is called by the Aboriginals Cloud Catcher ] I can relate your feelings...regards