Coming to you
Along paths of dream clouds
From my little ramshackle house
In the tiny city of sorrow,
The flowers watch me dance
And clap their petal hands.
You reside in the west
In an apartment of magical words
Covering loneliness with desire;
I’m not a defeated man
When I find you,
My heart is renewed.
A child by a nearby lake
Skips a stone across the water
And the sound is melodic,
Maybe we’ll sit with him in the sunlight
And learn to enjoy
Everything and everyone.
Another tender piece. The fist stanza is disarmingly musical. Lovely. SUsie.
There is a feeling of real joy in this peice Uriah. The second stanza is particulary strong. I like the flow in this one, that is a product of the theme. The imagery that you employ is lovely.
What a lovely poem world you have created here. Write on, Uriah. Kindest regards, Sandra
I liked this one...it is a good example of bad to good. Very nicely written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the thought of your heart being renewed when you find her! I hope you do find her Uriah! You have so much in this poem that I love....flowers, lakes, skipping stones......another wonderful poem! Sincerely, Mary