You claim my thoughts,
Though you have never seen your name in frost.
I think the window of a distant train
Still mirrors you like a poem in its glass.
Through strong, blue dusk,
You come to me with a word and a flower.
Snow to the eaves alone brings Wednesday back.
The only gold is in the sunset, Friend.
Previously published, 'Matinee', Germany
feather dipped in honey is touching the soul...great Madam
Wow. You know.. this line that I have to say is getting worn out... but, I don't have any words that helps me express at this moments. You're quite[sp] amazing! I have enjoyed a long deep breath, upon reading this poem. Alright, I have to stop, I'm honestly running out of superlatives, now.: p Thanks for sharing, Sandra :) Regards, Daffodil
Beautifully expressed deep thoughts. I like this amazing heartfelt piece of write.
The only gold is the sunset..I respect the wisdom inherent in this bit of poetic expression. Top score! !
The only gold is in the sunset, Friend...You came to me with a word and a flower. a very good poem. dev
I have read this beautiful poem again and again and my feelings are same as of Yelena. This sunset gold is more precious than pure gold. Warm Regards Naseer
This is quintessential Sandra magic - evocative and calming and a way that bring sense to our frenetic and perilous world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice image created with words great poetic work.. warm regards, Mari