"I Could say I found myself dreaming of You? "
A whispering she heard said the meadow lady as she stared through the window of her soul
Her gigantic self unraveling the voice she heard,
Starred longer and yonder taken stars twinkle in her mind and whisper through the window to lady
"Pardon me! " but she retorted saying within her
"How could sky dream of me? " Understanding her logic's flaw, blushingly, sky ran a thought, and the moments when the stars glitter and her eyes whispered
He said, "Of speaking to you not I but stars did"
Like Alice, she had no golden key but yet stars dream of her, she wonders beyond
"Of what do you dream? " she beacons the stars answer.
Thus their reply;
"Of Your giant heart and all it's known, its hope and treasures at heaven's keep"
Angels singing for God hands You this golden key and like Alice,
Don't tell, don't forget, for the future will know, future will tell.
This key is the Twinkles of You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem