There is a tide mysterious as the sea,
Dividing light and darkness endlessly,
West of the moment's own necessity.
A touch of sunset on a distant hill
Gives vividness a little music still.
It plays our song, my friend, against all will.
Wind plucks the lonely harp strings of the air.
Loss of the landscape is beyond compare.
Our solace is the humanness we share.
Previously published, 'Poetry Depth Quarterly'
Sandra this is a beautiful poem, your imagry is amazing. It's a description of one of the beautiful gifts given to us from our Heavenly Father, a gift many take for granted but not you, you see the true beauty. Thankyou Sandra--Melvina---
WOW.....that was great...the only thing better is...God himself who made it: O) Great write
‘Wind plucks the lonely harp strings of the air.’ Amazing imagery…best amongst all to me…a 'Mistress'- Stroke…to contemplate on and on… 10/10 Ms. Nivedita UK
Yes Sandra, it is the 'humaneness' we all share makes us one global community! I am very distressed at the unprovoked attacks on Indian students in Australia! The media is covering it for the last two days! 10+ -Raj Nandy
really a great poem! I liked your style of expression.............10+
Dear Sandra-If you had never written another poem, this one would make you great for all ages to come. But all of your poems are perfect and beautiful. Thank you for this beautiful poem and thank you for upholding the tradition of art. Lol Kate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love this. time is cruel.