You can hear the dream for tonight bleating;
don't you understand? for you are asking,
in doubt of my love, if I do or not
love you. If you know the throats I have cut,
propulsive jets of crimson for your sake,
that in wake keeping I remain awake,
an all night for your spirit and body,
you're my anima tonight my lady.
In deed I love you; how else shall I prove?
I have sacrificed dreams, sleepless for you;
for you my dreams 've been lambs on the altar,
by so I have made you an avatar.
If not the deities what else do we move
by sacrifices? Could love be more true?
Copyright © 2013 Sacrifice Of Dreams by Simpa Omoluabi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem