Under the sweet arches of reverie
is where I can always find you,
my darling poet!
sharing your desire, your chant
your secret..
But would you turn the world around
so we can meet up in one place,
if I ever ask you?
my love, don't be afraid to count
the days..I'll soon be there!
I am the one who describes the love
in colours yet so cold, so somber
of a wilted rose..
just look outside-It's October!
enjoy the drowsy moment of a slumber.
You slam with words to find a rhyme
for all those lively images
I started to adore.
and up above, in life's stream,
loving you, I also fell for your spring!
Whispers Of Night
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moonlight-serenade-7/
