I sat against your knees all night.
I watched the sun rise in your coffee cup.
In all that time you never spoke to me.
I think I must have cried a thousand tears.
Inside the wall a cricket sang good luck.
The irony of that did not escape you.
For when I tilted up my chin you smiled
To think how once he conned us with that song.
The morning rises white against the pane,
Bland as a sheet of paper without words.
Our eyes communicate it silently,
I think this fog goes on and on, my friend.
I sat against your knees all day.
I watched the sun sink in your coffee cup.
I think we must have cried a thousand tears.
Before the cricket sang us both to sleep.
From my book, 'The Colors Cry In Rain', Apollo Books, USA
Dear Sandra, This poem brought me into a kind of trance, where I found myself in a distant to them just observing the pain what this lady was suffering and also I enjoyed the lullaby of the cricket at the end. I really like the way you build up this nice picture and at the end it became an happy ending with that innocent insect's song. Wonderful stuff, though I am an infant to poetry, I hope I am good fan of poems. I would be very grateful if you read and comment on my poems when you have time. Metta(Compassion) ! Kolitha
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Amazing structure. You can see the meaning in the piece beautifully. Stunning bit of work.
Lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned from the heart. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply beautiful Sandra...I have missed your words.