I had the most beautiful dream of you
You were holding me
I was crying
You whispered calming things in my ear
You stroked my hair
Not as lovers
Or as a man wanting to be a hero to a woman
But the recognition of a soul
Set out in the lonely world
To find shared comfort
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Wanda s. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.