Sing me a song
a song
of you and me
of how
we used to be
a song
that tingles
at my feet
closing my eyes
swaying to the beat.
Sing me a song
sweet in taste
filled with
feelings of
holy grace
a song
which ignites
the lonely sticken
lying peacefully
as our souls
escapes
to heaven.
Written by: - Giselle Joseph
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed how you described so well a perpetual being within your poem. a note-'the lonely sticken'-shouldn't that be 'the lonely stricken? '