Feelings come and go like a rainstorm,
flooding fast and haunting long.
Triggering quick as the lightening,
now igniting what you thought was gone.....
Fields burn the name, A keepsake
so the spirit hovering low,
Sees the one who hopes, But still
do old fires die and never grow?
Will the wind recall passion rides,
but sometimes faulters near its end.
Falling back toward the days blown back,
and now reliving what's pretend.
See the spirit a'rising,
and upward gazing you are now.
Watch the clouds consuming,
as darkness falls upon your brow.
Knowin' the spark's kept kindled
watch its fingers span the skies,
Now from above and rumbling
burns the flame that won't subside.
A'drown in tidaled feelings
rush their presence all around,
Take it deep and diving
Within your lost-love never found.
2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem