Dream by Maria Polydouri

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Dream - Maria Polydouri

 

I gathered roses for you

wandering about the mount;

a thousand thorns in my view,

my clasping hands in hurt abound.

 

I longed so much for you to pass                          

through the icy northern wind,

holding a gift for you –alas-

tight against my bosom’s tilt.

 

I kept on gazing afar,

full of yearning was my heart                              

and my eyes streaming tears.

 

In my craving I failed to see

the dead of night was drawing nigh;

and I cried and cried –whatever be-

me and my roses in the night.