Between you and me
Is a long stretch of sea
Preventing us
From communicating with each other
Properly.
My words fly through the air
And settle here and there,
Scattered like pigeons on the sand;
And boats which swiftly sail
With messages, in hail
And storm are wrecked before they land.
Bridges were built
But over seas of guilt
They do not stand.
What was the blood we spilt,
The hidden guilt,
Now red upon our hands?
Truly, my dear,
In the span of a year,
Love...
And death....
And a vale of tears.
A beautiful and sad poem on what once seemed to be a viable option, but no longer gracing the Christmas table, an idyllic river between you and her or him, feeding the two of you with fresh salmons, the peace of mind and inner harmony, instead an annihilating sea of sad tears emerged threatening the future of a broken world left without bridges, the absence of love as it was meant to be; very well done indeed –
Love... And death.... And a vale of tears. Painfully beautiful lines
Between you and me Is a long stretch of sea Preventing us From communicating with each other Properly. - - - - - - - -A wonderful write expressing heart's love and frustration.If love is life, separation is like death and in between there is vast stretch of salty sea of tears- - - -.
Superb write. The nuances of love n life are so wonderfully depicted through this very profound write. A big 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intense longing expressed through these beautiful verses. A very nice poem