A Request

A REQUEST My dreams were dead You made them fly, When I touched you That made you shy… I will be the soil So that you can step on me, I will be the grass So that you will walk on me… In the past days, The sun burnt my memory, In the nights, The moon turned my memory, And the rest of time Your love stung my memory… I will wait for you Where the earth kisses the sky, I will wait Where silver moon smiles and the dreams fly, For you I will break my heart And make my eyes ever cry… On the bed of desert I will sleep under the blanket of sand, Wandering aimlessly through Life’s grey desert land No one can feel,No one can heal I will be buried If not get your helping hand… Whenever your heart says To meet me again Then touch my photograph And kiss my poem I may be in the earth,I may be in the heaven No one can stop me To enter in your dream…