You want to put a red flower in the loneliness of my hair. <br />But my hair isn’t long enough <br />To become a frame for your beautiful flower. <br />Your hand has to wait, your fingers need to sigh <br />In the hesitant air. <br /> <br /> <br />To change my hair <br />Into a frame for your beautiful flower <br />Your fingers should pick the shadows of the moon, <br />Your lips should forget their love spells <br />Into the sweet depth of a silver spoon. <br /> <br /> <br />And I should swallow <br />Those drops of mysterious love spells <br />At dawn, in the crystal of Light <br />When miracles sing in the heart of bells, <br />When day light comes again in sight. <br /> <br /> <br />One day the heaven of your touch will put in my hair <br />The red drop of flower, with love - <br />As Time puts the flowers of seconds in a Running Hour, <br />As God paints in white a dove. <br /> <br /> <br />Let’s wait for another day to come, <br />Let me sleep in the warmth of your days. <br />Neither you nor I <br />Can make Time mend its pace.<br /><br />Olimpia Sarb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-hair-a-frame-for-your-beautiful-flower/
