Poetry . . . .

[italian_stalian]

I catch myself dreaming, day and night
I dream of darkness, I dream of light
Both dreams of happiness and dreams of pain,
Dreams of sunshine, dreams of rain...

So to bring an end to a weary day
I close my eyes and i float away
and await what this slumber brings
An angel of love with golden wings

And as I Lie sleeping in my bed
I dreamt of lips, a ruby red.
Suspended in the heavens, the midnight skies,
Looking into her brilliant eyes.

i dreamt of soft smooth skin,
warmth radiating form her heart within
All this while i rest my head
i turned to the angel and said:

"Angel, whom my heart adores,
I'd follow you to heaven's doors.
If I had wings, with which to fly
I'd soar with you into the sky"

"Every visit this spirit pays
brings light to my dreary days!
But I turn to ashes, I fade away
in hopes of seeing you again someday..."

And thus she smiled, but her wings started beating
Angel of love, your image is fleeting!
And she soared high up into the clouds
and vanished into the darkness of heaven's shrouds

And thus ended my dream that night
As my eyes took hold of morning light
I turn my head up towards the sky
And wave my arm goodbye.......

hello. . . . long time whover u are. . . barbera or marley if any of you are reading this HELLO! i miss you!