My Copper Canyon Dreams beckon me
As if, Morpheus, himself has come to call
Leading me me into the depths of sweet slumber
Taking me long past a lazy afternoons loll;
Swirling and twirling -ever, i go
Through the Gold and Silver views of past time
To a semi-languid land of sheer fantasy
Where there 'tis no reason nor any rhyme;
Cuddled in a cozy cocoon of pure joy
'Neath a Bronze Angels loving wing
Caressed by a Doves feathered tenderness
Comforted and serene in all the peace this brings;
Deeper and deeper, i slumber on
As my Copper Canyon continues to lead me
Refreshing my mind and souls disrupted issues
Bringing forth truth, in wakefuness, i could not see;
Gradually my eyes begin a more rapid movement
Realizing my sweet slumber 'tis about to end
I cling to the fluffy white clouds of: ' Hope'
And awake, ever grateful, of where i had just been;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What an absaloutly fascinating poem! Through the gold and silver views of past time.....wow! Dreams are indeed a poets holy grail, nice work! .