i know-
you won’t join me
beneath the moon
to taste ferments
from crystalline glass
nesting on satin
though you
have that longing
wedge within-
embering to a glow
warming winter cold
to degree of comfortability
yet doubts drape
with gentle feathery clouds passing,
sprouting buds concealed
too young to foresee
blooms on mistletoe
but i’m most hopeful... enough
that i could... i could laugh
Im loving the pieces that I have read and ranked so far. Another young poet takes the stage.
Love it! Liked that doubts drape. Read mine - Frost Flowers - Adeline
a nice poem of what could be if only they could see? ha ha LOL.............wonderfully written
Nice to be hopeful for a laughter............................................
You peep into hearts and have a way to say things that attract.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really enjoy your writing. Thanks for sharing.