1992
If I could drink the pale silvered milk of the harvest moon
and taste it sweet and gleaming, dripping on my lips
I could truly be sated
If I could ride upon the feathered wings of the nighttime wind
enveloping the billowing clouds, whispering through the trees
I could truly be free
If I could be the warm sunlight gowning the green earth
in life giving glow, letting all things drink of my sustenance
I could truly give
If I could be the soft fragrance of frail petals blown gently
on the warm spring breeze, bringing essence
to any for their pleasure
I could truly have peace
If I could have your love forever and could drink always
from the beauty of your soul
I could have all of these things. I love you
Oh so beautiful - so full of soul - very masterful prose too. Thank you for ' sneaking ' this one in Jim. We would have been so much the poorer without reading it, and I shall have it as one of my favourites you can be sure. Wishing you all you ever wish yourself Thanks too for drawing me to it, I should hate to have let this one slip by. Go on writing those deep-soul verses my romantic Byronesque faraway friend.
Such a beautiful poem, James, i have read it time and time again! regards Bob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed........a passionate message of........love......and......affection!