the satin dress you wore
I never saw before
something was going on
beneath the trees of home
a wedding party there
the moonlight in your hair
the breeze had lifted me
down near the old oak tree
the leaves were falling down
with music all around
memories of long ago
put on a midnight show
and then we kissed again
upon that dying wind
but dreams are only dreams
or so it often seems
the somber afterglow
of love I used to know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem