The light sparkled on the glass in your hand.
For a moment, I turned away,
and,
like the light,
you were gone,
but for an instant,
you and the sparkle were there,
…I think.
(December 1998)
You capture that which cannot be captured - with perfection and soul. Your final line adds a touch of humanity that is quite brilliant. Superb penning. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simple and perfect..Or simply perfect :)