The lies, the tries were all we knew,
I leave again, leave hope for us behind,
Leave you to be whoever you are, wherever you are,
Leave fantasy of you,
Hope of love with you ever lost.
Fantasy, hope, such dreams of love
Like bubbles, opalescent, shimmer in the sun
Quiver in the wind, disappear at a touch.
But dream I do, and hope with another now
And wish this love for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bea - again, that wistful and wise capitulation to reality, the wise letting go, the wise starting again taking as little baggage on the new trip as possible. bon voyage. bernie