The sacred sunrise
Sparkles mysteriously
In her child-like eyes,
And the boulevard
Is in bloom
With window-box flowers
Kissing and dancing
In beguiling innocence.
She will meet me
Past the drug store of destiny,
Pretty and blonde
Like a 1940’s
Hollywood glamour dream.
My heart ignites
Delirious fires
Like a summer field ablaze
In the unrelenting August heat.
Everyday a new love poem
Conjures Shakespeare and Petrarch
From ancient mystical graves
To guide my soul along amorous paths.
Your conflation of Hollywood dreams with sacred love is very moving. - Will
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The sacred sunrise Sparkles mysteriously In her child-like eyes, - - - - - - - - - sunny image! ! !