I paint my dreams in summer light
Set to music my earthly hymn
And to my ears the stars will sing
As angels on crystal wings
My mind is free to dance with thee
As memories on the floor
For as my soul unlocks the door
I wine with thee once more
I trust your gentle hand and heart
And seek in thee release
For with thy song my heart's at peace
As echoes chime, then cease.
crystal wings, lovely metaphore, poignant and very well crafted poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lorraine, have you ever considered using 'you' instead ot 'thee.' The poem would still be a lovely hymn but with a contemporary feel. Just a thought. Your images are wonderful but I am jarred by the archaic language. Raynette