With some grand imaginings
a dream unfolded about you and me,
a dream so sharp and clear
as if it was happening in reality.
Your presence was distinct,
the sound and tone of your voice,
the warmth, the feeling
of your explicit touch
but in my awakening
there was only thin air
in the room about me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem