The slate Gray clouds
rose endlessly above the silken rim.
As the distant hills reached out.
and birds gave life to the Sunlit sky.
I dreamed we walked hand in hand
through fields of golden corn.
We made love beneath the canopy
intense and so forlorn.
You gave birth to our only child
so sweet and without warning.
We cried that night
giving praise to life
so good and wanting.
Never knowing or beleaveing
what toils and strife went on before us
But our love was true and even
no matter what we kept on be-leaving
our hearts would see us through
Never wanting to be un-true.
But as endless time went bye
the bright candle flickered and died.
I placed this Rose upon your stone
and wished that you were home.
But now my time has come
to join you and the Sun
Now that life has left us even
it will never need repeating.
As the earth turns to dust
our love will go un-just
But we have left behind a seed
so life has had a meaning.
As the slate Gray clouds rose endlessly
above the silken rim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very moving poem Alan
Happy you enjoyed my poem