From the isle she came
Light footed across still waters
Through a mist of mystery
Unto these mortal shores
A vision of purest beauty
Untainted by the world
The lady from the isle
Be she an angel or a dream
Poetry and thoughts are bound
To her, her name left unspoken
To feel her gentle touch
Be lost within her eyes
Lay upon her bosom to sleep
It is to be lost within a world
And wonder amongst a dream
For the heart and soul shall fall
And poetry, words shall praise
The lady from the isle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow a superb imaginative poem in fine free verse. The style is enchanting in great meter that u have employed. Kudos. Nice to read frm u again. I hope u wil too my latest.