He whispers in my dreams and sometimes, I feel his touch
Wrapping around my shoulders
In the shadows, I see his smile
While his pale, blue eyes shines
Like two striking stars in the dark night
For he is the every man as i remember him
When I am in a crowd
And it has been a long time waiting to be reuntied
But my faith will pull me through, one day,
That his touch will be real
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another superb and so well written poem Leeann. A poem to warm the cockles of any reader's heart. And I salute you for your most magical heartfelt closing line. For it's the stuff poetic dreams are made of. A full score and so richly deserved. Take care and I wish you and the loved around you all the good and great virtues this life and poetry can bestow.