Dawn comes soft here:
Soft like the second kiss –
Long, deep & languorous,
Pale light and pastel land
Lip-to-lip
Conceiving colour
To birth their dawn 'baby'.
Contours come slow here:
Slow like shape from shade and shadow-
The first faint tint of a thought
Glimmering toward the realm of consciousness,
Yet still unformed, unborn.
Ah - this is beautifully described and the reader can imagine easily the scenes set by your talented pen - - dawn comes slowly - a fine comparison to the 'second kiss' - - splendid imagery..... Fay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful, evocative and wonderfully simple. I can see this in a book of great modern poems. Nice one Tony.