The Great Music of Love
I hear coming from above.
All is heavenly calm.
Life seems a healing balm.
The moon smiles me back.
I strain my eyes and neck.
The flowers rest in the field.
The new day is yet to yield.
The nature seem to sleep.
My thoughts are somewhere deep.
The clouds are floating at hand,
The river goes to no end.
My dreams overwhelm me so.
And sleepless on I go.
Bad luck slip down like a veil
And sorrows go off and fail.
My dreams race far along,
My life seems like a song.
I sink in my swift dreams
And gather thoughts that gleam.
My heart bits calm and slow
All grief does onward flow.
In my swift dreams! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The clouds are floating at hand, The river goes to no end. My dreams overwhelm me so. And sleepless on I go. my dearest me. i lilked it very much...... self love is healthy and the way you accept yourself is marvelous. we have to learn from you...... tony
A beautiful thought provoking inspirational write. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I sink in my swift dreams And gather thoughts that gleam. My heart bits calm and slow All grief does onward flow........ very fine poem and the theme you wrote as my dearest me. fine. a big 10.
Thanks, dear Poet for your high estimation ow my poem. I'm flattered by it.