In the cold of winter an inner light glows
The days are dreary and the nights are long
Inches climb covering everything with snow
Faintly in the distance I hear a familiar song
The music has no orchestra or stringed banjo band
The sources are innocuous and have no actual form
Yet the melody of the way it was, takes command
Radiating against my shallow cheek, soft and warm
Luminous memories linger behind dark closed eyes
Sweet sounds and images are like shimmering gold
Waking a vacant haze with rays; replacing good-byes
Bringing thoughts that close out the freezing cold
12/29/07
Another masterpiece 'T'.....I feel the cold and sadness and the warmth of memories past all wrapped into this piece...big '10'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really beautiful poem Theresa! Top marks to you, a great write for sure! ! *10*! ! ! Thad