Love unto me this darkest night
prayers recede and all is quiet
wind and rain and thoughtless tears
summoning storms of my childish fears-
Give unto me sanction of time
and I will show you love sublime
suppressed in roses and angelic song
in golden memories I could do no wrong-
But dreams are as a thief
and give nothing in return
idleness of the soul
only a poet can discern-
Return unto me the air I breathe
a river of hope bound by ethereal sand
golden shores of realistic pain
encompassed within the silence
of my two hands-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem