The Landscape Of My Home Poem by Martine Kolber

The landscape of my home
Reflects in its sad colours
The cold and lonely winter
Wind that whistles through
My hair as I pass your door

We had something not every
One gets to know and it makes
Me cry inside to know that we
Just let it slip through our fingers
Like sand on the beach slips
Through small children’s hands
Who play with so much passion
But yet they do not know how
Precious things they will let go

Like two boats out of the same
Material but in different colours
We were the same inside our hearts
And souls as we reflect the things
We see to cherish them in another way
In words built out of mirrors by
Shapes and colours softly arranged
On empty white pages by our own
Hands that were in touch so often

The landscape of my home
Reflects in its sad colours
The cold inside of my heart
That froze as your love never
Stopped keeping me away