My dream can’t reach beyond the green valleys
And the cold northbound wind is blowing me away;
Like a rock, I stand frozen trying to hold the ground.
Imprisoned by time are some memoirs of yours
And my petrified soul is dissolving into their warmth
No conundrums and no doldrums do I see now
The melancholic meadows are effaced
And the fresh dew promise new horizons.
And still if my eyes are not meeting yours
In the priceless elegance of your smile
Will reverberate my heart’s soliloquy.
No comments:
Post a Comment