You left me last night
Your car’s hum holding me tight
Your footsteps whispering still
Like a mouse in the night
Your words invaded my sleep
And my heart began to beat
Like a thunder cloud prowling the sky.
Murmurings of lake waters
the cliff’s edge and such intrigue
cascading into a waterfall
falling,
falling
“Life is not a dream, but it may come to be a dream.”
- Novalis
- April 1,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the imagery in this one, esp. stanza 3, so much said in so few words. HG: -) xx