Gliding Over Time Poem by Sandra Feldman
Gliding Over Time
How does Love start
Does it ever end?
Does it last,
Even beyond,
Life and Time?
Flowers don't cry
So why should I,
I should follow
Their Heroic stance
Now that my Love is gone,
Gone are the days
When happiness stayed
And the mirrors of Life
Were full,
With images of my love
For you,
So intensely and vividly
True!
Now,
That you're gone
All reflections of Life's beauty,
Have ended,
I can no longer be with you,
Hold your hand,
And a sad, foggy breeze,
Envelopes all memories
As waves of melancholy
Arrive from the past
With no future fulfilment,
Intended.
Dear friend Sandra, i am so glad to have discovered your poem. I am using the word'discovery' because it has taken me quite a while to figure out the new eco friendly Poem Hunter. Excellent poem though it has a strain of pathos. I repeat what Kostas has mentioned - a meloncholic masterpiece, ideed.
and artist, I wish you just then very best that life can offer. Forgive error still not managing this new system well, at all. Very warm hugs and thank you so much for being so ultra kind and nice to me, Means a lot!
Revisiting this wonderful and touching love poem. Deeply poignant.
Such a deep, and deeply moving piece this is. You, with these very p
I hope and pray that the great and joyful memories will temper the sadness in the heart of the great Poetess. Beautifully crafted poem very well conveyed. Lovingly penned.
Liked the second stanza. Very original verses that touch the heart. The ultimate stanza is so poignant that makes one cry.
A heartfelt, deeply touching and poignant write. The opening lines are powerful verses that stir the mind to ponder the depth of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Sandra, you've written a melancholic masterpiece!