As the strip of fire edges its way
Over the backcloth of night's dark bay,
And makes horizon afterglowed
With sunset's bed of reds, echoed,
I think of the first time with you.
As the while collared waves, washed clean
And unrollling themselves, give meaning
To romantic scenes as this, gliding
Atop waiting sands, shyly uniting,
I think of the first time with you.
This rope of togetherness might
Well snap under stress of being too tight,
So must be loosened, yet until then,
As I feel the bond of need again,
I think of the first time with you.
Wow, so much power and rhythm in this one (just like the emotion you've captured in here) .
This is so graceful and loving, of trying to let go just a little to ease the pain, and yet it rises with the bond...10
Fay, this poem creates a warm glow inside that radiates as you read it. Top marks and thanks for sharing this with us my friend. Hugs David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so lovely fay and soft 10