I wonder if you think of me
for like a ghost I hear your voice
a song that will not let me be
still whispers like a fatal choice
I cannot touch you from afar
for time conceals your destiny
but I can see you in a star
when night reveals its mystery
the clock moves on and rivers flow
and I am worn and weak with age
but still a dreamer claims to know
what lies upon the final page
for then I go where dreamers go
and there again I take your hand
as rivers sing with stars aglow
and memory makes its final stand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another superb write that takes the readers' breath away. Divine. Our dreams carry us on in the ways where love and ache mingle. Lovely flow to your verse. Great rhythm. I can hear the rivers sing. A huge 10.
Thank you so much Nosheen for the high praise. I'm just glad you liked it.