I close my eyes and retreat further into my dreams.
I stand before you unabashed and wanting.
the notes and letters of love float through the air, easily dispensed, waiting to be proved.
its not that I don't trust,
I just feel.
living there it becomes hard to breathe.
life steals me piece by piece.
my blue skies, filled with my dreams
my fields of flowers, filled with promise
my cool green pools of water to bathe my insecurities.
but I have faith that it will all be the same tomorrow.
I want to feel you.
My very own, my light.
guide me to peace.
move me.
hold me.
tell me that you are mine,
show me what you believe.
sing with me
laugh with me
tell me that you want me to be yours,
show me what you believe.
take me.
find me.
tell me that you need me,
show me what you believe.
love me.
come to me.
and show me what you believe.
let me borrow your hope because I can't open my eyes.
The last line is very beautiful in the context you've created. You've set it up perfectly. You have a very literate voice. By that I mean, I sense you are conscious of what you want to say. That makes a poet, practically all by itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Max, Thank you for your compliment... please keep reading my work, your comments are very welcome. -Eila