You are my canopy
In this whirlwind – tide;
You bring inspiration
Like a dropped of a morning dew.
I can’t touch you,
I can’t feel your skin,
Only in my dream
You become real.
You smiled back to me,
Wicked and teasing eyes.
Angelic face of a man
Sweet like honey;
Purer than spring rain
You are to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for this piece. I know it was inspired. Indeed the canopy is seen but it is obove our heads. We really never always touch it even though it shileds us from the sun, the rain and the elements.