spring dream #poetry

i can’t see you for the spring’s gold light

showers flowers in my eyes

yet I can hear you in the nightingale’s night song

in the cries of Isis by the Nile

somebody plays the violin in the blue room

you toss and turn in my soul

like a flamenco dancer in Seville

your breath lingers on my neck

i stretch my arms to harvest cherries

tongues of fire from your eyes

linger hungrily on my skin

i fall

thorns of blooming roses rip my dress

it smells earth and grass from a forgotten spring

the violin plays now in our purple bedroom

i close my eyes

i breath you in

and i can see you.


22 thoughts on “spring dream #poetry

  1. Thank you so much! Your appreciation means a lot to me! Muchas gracias! Me siento honrado señor! How am i doing? 🙂

  2. Highest grade writing … the depth of myth, painting with the tip of the brush and lots of spring. Ah, I want to stay in this picture!

    1. Aw… thank you so much. flattered by the words of a wonderful poet. you can read the poem as many times as you want 🙂


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