Young phantom muse seduce my words,
revive me with your fire
and bathe me in your passion's flow;
poetic dreams aspire.
Incite my fading flame of hope,
arousing sparks of light,
then motivate my arid pen
to illustrate our night.
Commence to glide o'er luscious hills
of ivory satin guise
while azure mirrors catch the rhyme
revealed through lucid eyes.
Release your seed of guiding strength
through jubilation's port.
Imparting odes of ecstasy;
my verses you exhort.
Now, finalize seduction's pull;
compose our lover's song.
Portray the flame renewed in me
forever burning strong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liked the poem on the whole but found the third stanza a little distracting (If I can say) ..I find the poem better without it.Just my opinion.Otherwise its very well written.Thank you.