We drink the evening in a frosted glass.
Nothing about the music is profane.
Your eyes hold all emotion very quiet.
Fey Shadows stretch landscapes beyond belief.
A whisper of sunshine behind the hill
Keeps back a little winter for the soul.
Smoke from the old house writes our names in space.
Just by a breath our time is blown away.
The boat of twilight is ephemeral.
One fragile touch destroys its frail, blue sail.
The fate of longing is a memory.
Friend, flesh and blood cannot inherit dusk.
Sandra, your poetry is in a class in which I am not accustomed to reading. However after reading your work several times and discovering your true feelings coming through, it all unfolds so beautifully. It’s well worth the effort, you are truly gifted.
Your words submit an imagry of beauty, well penned in this most eloquent poem. Thankyou Sandra---Melvina---
It's a meaningful poem dear Sandra. Loved the beauty of poetic expression. Top score! !
Wonderful title, awesome write..a legacy left in your name this is - vivid images throughout, and then that wonderful final line, Brilliant....Cindy
Music, Soul, Nature, sacred Thoughts are always present in your poetry, Sandra.And how beautifully you can interact with them all! If you allow me, I'll highlight this line: 'Your eyes hold all emotion very quiet.' I think this is what's always happening with you. Love, Maria
A beautiful poem filled with wonderful images and heart felt emotion.10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A gentle classic. A whisper of sunshine behind the hill Keeps back a little winter for the soul. As does this poem. I would say the art at its finest! Patrick xx