photograph taken almost one year ago in Central Park, Manhattan
this is my hope
to sleep and dream of you
and have your smile
which while awake knows not
of me
know me alone
and have this dream
in which your eyes
find —raw— in mine
the very essence
of your love
keep warm my soul
until I dream again
of you
9 comments:
to have such a love....where you can see it in their soul in their eyes...
i think we all want the chance to love and be loved...
to sleep and dream of the one you love. indeed. And of that one in happy times.
Such a lovely poem, Cora
It made my heart 'skip a beat'
Ohhhhh....these words touched my heart:
" and have your smile
which while awake knows not of me
know me alone..."
This is a beautiful poem and the picture is a perfect companion to the poem.
Sara is right: this is a lovely poem with a fitting picture to accompany it. :-)
May all of your night dreams be caught in your net of an awake reality Vesper.
Absolutely beautiful. Thanks. I really enjoyed this poem.
Greetings from London.
Lovely :)
Everyone, I thank you for taking the time to read this and to share your thoughts. I appreciate your presence very much!
Yeah, we do, Brian, don't we?... Like we breathe...:-)
You're so right, Charles... :-)
Ah, thank you, Margie! :-)
Sara, thank you so much! :-)
Roland, thank you kindly! :-)
Dear Mark, how poetically said! Thank you. I hope the same for you... :-)
Cuban, I'm so glad you liked it! Thank you. :-)
Paul, thank you very much! :-)
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