Words paint a fragile picture of the dusk.
I think them to a poet far away.
The light shines dim upon my windowpane.
A few tears fall like blue rain in the mind.
Our time has been short listed by sunset,
No matter that the weather has its way,
The stresses live within their measurement,
And distance is a gift we give ourselves.
This moment is designed to be as spare
And elegant as winter's old, gnarled trees.
I trust you to translate my whispers, Friend
And send them back before the music ends.
I have read this several times now, and each time find within something touching thank you michael
there is too much that to a poet is far away and at the same time terribly close. thanks! john
Tears fall like blue rains in the mind... I have heard such beautiful lines rarely in any modern poet.. Soft and tender emotions expressed in the poem ever romantic
Awesome poem: Our time has been short listed by sunset, No matter that the weather has its way, The stresses live within their measurement, And distance is a gift we give ourselves.
I can comprehend the depth of this poem from its last line. A brilliant poem Sandra. Top score and to my favourite! !
6This moment is designed to be as spare And elegant as winter's old, gnarled trees. I trust you to translate my whispers, Friend And send them back before the music ends.-----So deep and so beautiful poem --a sure 5 star poem.
Love this, it is beautifully written and conjures up many beautiful images Laurie Hill
A delicious write, that leaves my pallet with a most pleasant aftertaste. Bravo. Brilliant. PEACE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
trust you to translate my whispers, Friend And send them back before the music ends. Never let the music of this poem end a sit whispers thru the trees...a poem of thought thru this great mind words from Sandra...regards