longing

to my forever egyptian queen...


the empty bottle under the moon glow
was longing for the touch of a hand:
mysterious doddes from a foreign land,
dying like a glass rose in the snow.

i brought her by my heart and felt her pain,
and her tears arose the gods above.
i saw her crying in the name of love...
longing for Her kisses of fresh rain!

and her breath was mist of perfumed essence
as she recalled stories from our past:
true confessions of a long gone presence.

sandrilla let her die beyond the sea,
solitude that will forever last...
and in the dark she's longing...just like me.

 

...AND IN THE DARK I'M LONGING...JUST LIKE U...

KEEP ON WRITING LIKE THIS

SEE U

 

Remebering the past...
How delightful and painful as you have so expressed. Who is this Sandrilla? You have aroused my curiosity. Lovely poem!

 

thank u very much my friend! tu parle il italiano...Io parlo ma solo un po...RRR