The oak tree
whispers a dreamless
dream among the slope
of the blue mountain.
where the sky meets
your eyes.
and when the sun sets
upon those beautiful slopes
i hear your whisper
among the winds
that do caress my soul.
The oak tree
rumbles
in the dead of the starry nights.
and as i feel awashed
in your memories of time
that once used to be.
my sleepy eyes
come alive
in the wonderful embrace
of the big oak tree.
the world of stones and leaves stirs
beneath these feet of mine
And
as the little insects
crawl across my body
i feel alive
in the spirits of the night.
the big oak tree
brings forth
a thousand
dreams and wishes
of a splendid time
that i did
spend with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As i feel awashed! Nice work.