The paintings on your wall
Have seen it all.
The rise and fall
Of our love.
The chairs
Shared all our charms.
And held us in their arms
I swear.
The light shade
Swayed
Up above.
When we danced
The audience of books
Old and young,
Gave educated looks.
We were among
Inanimate friends.
The table held candles
At both ends.
As we bathed
In each others eyes.
The curtains
Showed no surprise.
They just opened and closed
In their mime.
As the clock would
Count down the time
We had left.
The room
Eventually bereft
Of you and I.
Asleep in our embrace,
Always heard us
Cry or laugh.
Now it's just
A lonely space.
A lovely and inspired poem Kevin, really like this - great stuff.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is extreme. Or you have everything or you have nothing. A starry night or an unlit candle. But what really hurts is the lack of light, the darkness. And you put it so well Poet. Thanks