I heard you'd never married
From a stranger yesterday
Exactly forty years have passed
Since I last saw your face
The snow was falling lightly
As we strolled through Kelvinbridge
One afternoon in wintertime
When we were both still kids
She said you took up nursing
And you've built a house at home
While I continued nurturing
The art of letting go
I climbed the pointless mountains
Of ambition and conceit
I fell in love and fell back out
Walked both sides of the street
They say the sea is bluer
Where the great Atlantic roars
And out of sight means out of mind
It isn't true, of course.
That tenement is down now
Only memories can frame
That first floor flat in Eldon street
Where I first spoke your name
The vanity of beauty
should forbid me to suggest
you stood alone, without compare
but, I was prejudiced
With Islay in the distance
Ringing softly like a bell
I pretended not to listen
But couldn't break its spell
Now Kelvingrove is snowbound
And the QM Halls are gone
But yesterday keeps coming round
Though time keeps moving on
They say the sea is bluer
Where the great Atlantic roars
And out of sight means out of mind
It isn't true, of course.
(song)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
By the roaring Atlantic, I do live...and can tell you its rippling tides still bring back those I lost in time.....I fell in love with this write and will save to my favorites...I hope your heart holds her in perfect preservation. PEACE