Dark.
Nostalgic
Fireside afternoons.
Time lets us
Replay those tunes.
But
Comes back to haunt us
With icy moons.
Throwing beams
Stowing dreams.
To relive again
Love and pain.
And kisses
That we missed.
Misses
That we kissed.
Behind the dunes.
Now swept away.
Night mocks the day
As memory swoons.
To icy moons.
Kevin East.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This sets up a lovely scene of fireside bliss with bittersweet memories! Great write!