Ravishment will brim over in my slumber
When I dream of waking up next to you every morning,
Of us sauntering and gazing at the dew-drops
Dripping from the orchids´ clusters,
of us contemplating the searing blaze
of the sunrise over the pristine lake.
I´ll be delighted to behold the starry night
painted on the canvas of your eyes,
The silver beam of the moonlight
Reflected upon your face,
The slight whisper of a sigh
Escaping from your flushing lips.
Even though I know it is an impossible dream,
I will do my best to hang on to it.
I am going to love you in silence,
In hopes one day the dream will become a reality.
I´ll be delighted to behold the starry night painted on the canvas of your eyes, The silver beam of the moonlight Reflected upon your face, The slight whisper of a sigh Escaping from your (flushing....do replace with another word lie blushing as flushing conveys down the drain in loos) lips. then the para will be lovelierly
to behold the starry night painted on the canvas of your eyes, The silver beam of the moonlight Reflected upon your face, ...... how so dearly poetic u are dear poet. love your poem. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful creation written from the heart. Thanks for sharing, Jose.