In a different time and a different place. Through twists and turns.
And quirks of fate. When I meet you and you meet me.
Hand in hand.
Face to face.
Would you caress me and hug me tight?
Would you ever..ever leave me out of your sight?
Would your hand be ever so warm or shall it be cold?
Will your love be worn out? Would I be too old?
I imagine you like a mirror.
Blurred images of my make believe
And then I shatter it loud
Little shards of what else but me!
Can I be happy for this moment.
And lose myself in its shroud.
For our souls are already waltzing.
On a far distant cloud
Above pain above rain.
Beyond all serenity.
A small echo in eternity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Our souls are already waltzing' - lovely imagery.