Hidden in the shadows of her mind,
there are some reasons that the lady cannot find,
I could not see them as they were,
I didn't see enough, or read the signs,
Her true past is only seen by her,
... as I alone see mine.
... I love her still and guess I will,
for quite a long, long time.
There was a space, a special place,
where she and I would go,
in our hearts were shipwrecked parts,
of the journeys we have known.
Some say that it was meant to be,
that ships would run aground,
that love would end up lost at sea,
with partial dreams not found.
I wish we could have found the way,
and made a different yesterday,
I sometimes wish she'd come and talk,
I wish that she would walk with me,
... and show me things that I won't see,
out in the rainy sunshine...
I love her and I guess I will,
for quite a long, long, time!
Expressive imagry. Intelligent, observational reference to mournful allusion. Like His use of questive terminology. Simple and effective!
Very sober, it reminds me of a girl who was a close friend of mine, who sadly is out of my life. A good heartfelt write
I really like this poem. Good one and very heartfelt. Thanks for sharing it. Sincerely, Connie Webb
Two pieces of driftwood floating in a pond eventually come together. Lovely poem. All the Best. Colin J...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! ! ! ! Gee you sure make words fit nicely together! ! ! I'll remind myself it's old stuff...but still very good stuff! Hugs, Dee