Dream touch

The  features of love    weave  slashes of  the sleep,
Like a flower  with open  petals  feels  playful rustle  in it,
Confession in the sleep  just scrolled the lines of heart,
The eyes of love are burning in a  gullible lovely tract.

Say like a word of tenderness that conquers pain so much,
Capable of turning back a spark of love for our hearts.
Coding all the cells for change, and waiting for  the swap
Tell me if you need to hear my whisper to the Goddess of love.

With opening the doors to feel the fate of every sign,
And never have any doubt getting caress,
 feeling the love.
Trusting the thread by closing the traps of sins, that plotted one with a naive stripe.

The envious game, and   shadow, intrigue shade or lie,
Wandering in the maze of emptiness, that did not find any shelter in the nature of our love.
 The  similar cases around knock indoors but   not to copy   a plot.
They won’t light a    spark from  matches,

A beam of light protecting the burden past to block.
Filling the day with a mysterious pretty game of the soul.
I look in candles fire that killing fear, allowing   breathe in the kindling song,
The return of the past lost minutes, as a vampire of memory, will eat the threat of failure not keeping one motive.

Prophet the days, circling the romance with a blizzard so far away,
Bent drowsily that everything and everyone is only their turn in the Earthy  way,and having torn the shackles shrouded by the fearlessness of steaming in the valley of   the soul,
You boldly have torn the ridges of the fluctuations, hanging in the test of sworn.


What is your day filled with dream  ,escaping from  blind faith, losing the rest of the anger from the previous storm.
Did the beast ripple, or the inheritance of the try with the claws of truth, wink time,
tearing off the personality of the mask before unite?
You wait for the love of your promised word, filling the whirlpool with the tenderness of songs.