I don't know you
Yet I'll know you, as you whisper
Tones of your softness echoes
Like the mountains are seen
I'll hear your footsteps
In the lily I'll feel your hand print
A soft breeze will pick up your scent
And the sweetness I'll breathe
My soul will stir
Like the rippling
Of a rain drop
You will quench my thirst
Like a spring dew
In the morning
Running down the stem
To the root of a blossom
I hold you dear
Sweet dream
Cat©
1/20/15
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gorgeous and so beautifully conveyed. I can say there isn't a soul who hasn't felt this way.