She sleeps while sunrise slowly closes in
While somewhere near a rooster starts to crow
Last night she dreamed a crumpled little cloud
Where I can’t go
I’ve seen this look, I’ve watched her fight the sleep
I've seen the look of fire in her stare
But I can’t offer her what she most needs
A breath of air
But maybe night if I could catch that cloud
If I could sing her songs to fall asleep
If I could kiss her silent sleeping face
She’d find her peace
And somewhere I know dawn is closing fast
Somewhere there’s a dream that cries aloud
And somewhere lies a quiet dreaming girl
A crumpled cloud
a very lovely poem...i enjoyed this very much finding the quiet dreaming girl and the crumpled cloud...very beautiful as a beautiful dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What an original title! Praise for your nostalgic poem. Kind regards, Sandra