Can’t make the dreaming stop
It spells the truth out right
For in the cold of night
I wish your shadow to return
Each captivating form
that danced in hidden doors
When boredom stalked my mind
Our shadows tricked the moon
Where dreaming haunts my soul
Your touch is ever present
I always reach for you
Though I’m afraid of shadows
And oh God how I love you
Though I could tell you not
Now you may never know
Unless your shadow should return.........
You share your regret with openness and a natural feel for rhythm in this poem about lost love. You're right. The shadows of memory seem to take for ever to be released. Perhaps this poem will hasten the process and allow you to open a new door. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How terrible it would be not to have those dreams that fall like shadows on the soul. An eloquent write. Ten, of course. Warmest regards, Sandra