Down in my deepest, darkest dreams;
I wake to an unfamiliar voice
Unusual as it seems.
I cannot recall,
Her mysterious words;
Which reach out to me through this ordinary world.
Have I lost her secret?
She whispered to me...
I have faith in her
Although I cannot see
Her gentle whisper,
Still awaits my reply.
Before sunset awakens my mind,
T'was a puropse for her presence
And I prey she will not leave me behind.
January 2009 - This is about a sixth sense, hearing things which don't belong, hope that clears up to you a bit more about what the poem means.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is very original charlotte, and I think the feel of the poem fits well with the purpose of it, everything seemed to be real but not tangible at the same time, a really clever poem, well done.