Together we loved the clay
In our euphoria we play.
Fun was our way
Now and every other day.
All you left were memories of the clay
Where we do lay
For it was our bay.
Your return I do pray.
It was our stage
Where we play till lights fade
Though with our imperfection
Our friendship had direction
The clay was our craft
The shapes made us laugh
We were a perfect graph.
In the clay, wish we could play.
In a state of abandon
Hope I do cope
For I long to play
With my friend of clay.
The clay no more fun
Because am alone
Now that you are gone.
The clay was our ritual
A play that was mutual
Never with any other
That’s why I’ll play no further.
In my consternation
You became my illusion
In the clay I wait
For my friend to play.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Inspiring poem. Well written