A Poem Birthed in My Dream…

In the deep of sleep this poem came to me

I do not speak nor write ever in any language other than English

This, however, spoke to me in French..in my dream..

I pray I do it justice…



” Coeur Flétrissement “

Je ne comprends pas

Le flétrissment de votre coeur

Où est-il allé de mal

Et pourquoi ma petite fleur

Rêves ont été emportés

À arcs-en- ciel

Mais … Rêves ne meurent jamais

Avec amour qu’ils respecteront….


” Wilting Heart “

I don’t understand

The wilting of your heart

Where did it go wrong

And why my little flower

Dreams were swept away

To rainbows in the sky

But … Dreams will never die

With love they will abide….

Copyright © Murrsma 2015


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