winter

the night is dark and savagely cold.
by far colder than the coldest snow.
in the sky the stars silvery and old,
were dancing fairies in the wind blow.

the trees moan like passionate lovers,
and whisper under the nature's shade.
a holy name above the others,
that the gods of time will never fade.

oh mystic name from an ancient time,
sound like the sweet murmur of a creek.
it's the virtual essence of the rhyme,
that we mortals desperately seek!

oh my love appear before my eyes,
like a vision of a distant land.
your smile, your light, radiantly likewise:
your burning love like the desert sand.

fainting on my face a ghostly tear,
carves my face down to my icy grave,
while a far away bell mourns with fear,
for my soul who's dying from loves' crave...

new york, 2000

 

Your poem has a lovely flow. I felt cold just reading it. Outside and inside. Nice job Ricardo. Keep it up.

 

thank you very much my friend!!!

 

WHAT A NICE WAY OF DESCRIBING THE WINTER...
IT'S BEAUTIFUL

 

thank you a million my friend!