As I sleep on this dew bed
And the winds skip over green shapes,
Bending the blades to form waves.
Around me, blooming trees,
White flowers that fume with desire,
And the fumes, a bouquet of supernal aromas;
Suddenly wrenched out from their branches,
Spread over my chest quelling exalted exhalation.
Forming a flaming, white mattress,
I touch them, assuring myself that they have flowery forms.
I fall asleep,
When I lift open my heavy eyelids,
It is you
With your snaking strands of hair,
Your cheek gauging my hearts beat.
How clearly it chants your name,
Your chin, which restlessly rolls on a wedge;
Spearing into my depths in an affable trance.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.