Lover's Gifts XXVIII: I Dreamt

Rabindranath Tagore

 Next Poem          

I dreamt that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair with
her fingers, playing the melody of her touch. I looked at her face
and struggled with my tears, till the agony of unspoken words burst
my sleep like a bubble.
I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window,
like a world of silence on fire, and I wondered if at this moment
she had a dream that rhymed with mine.

Next Poem 

 Back to Rabindranath Tagore

To be able to leave a comment here you must be registered. Log in or Sign up.