On the edge of sleep
On the falling words
Of an old song
On the edge of yesterday
On a falling vision
Of a distant past
Your face grows
Out of the mist
Hello you say and I
Unfold the bright ribbon
Of surprise
Look in your eyes
And fall into the
Dream that never ends
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice Immagery, and word flow, easly a 10.