Who are you?
The silhouette of my dreams
Standing by the window in white veil
Looking ever so graceful
poise and true
Somehow I know you
That handsome look in your eyes
Emanating fragile beauty
and cold steel
Sending shivers down to my nails
I cannot recall having met you
But the lifting of your cheeks
Tells me I have found hearth
And I long for the day
I recognise you
A great start with a nice poem, Hale. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How do psychologists, scientists or dream analysts define a dream? From my common sense I feel that dreams are fragmented image of our memories and our subconscious desires that play in our mind in subconscious state.In dream we can not see a clear picture.These are undefined pictures.You have met your dream, who is beautiful.By conscious effort you will realize this beautiful dream. A lovely poem of imagination, thanks for sharing.