Your'e an alchemy of stardust,
with science in your hair.
Your absence is a presence,
when I turn but your'e not there.
Your'e a ghost divine created.
You haunt in flickering light.
A mirage of timeless space,
that brings me sleepless nights.
My desires, they unfold in you,
as flowers in spring rain,
and without you.
I die each time.
Only to start again.
And so my muse,
tell me the truth,
but alas you cannot,
the closer I get to you.
The further we are
to part.
A dash of first class imagery + a pinch of control + a smattering of Yeats = an instant classic. Wonderful. Hugs Anna xxx
this is an excellent tribute to inspiration....greatly penned...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely write. Very intellectual approach. Thank you, N.D.