We’ve been in the rain so long
That our eyes are sore and red;
When joy is missing,
We gaze down too long at our feet
As we slowly walk through the city,
But there must be a different sky waiting
Offering love and inspiration.
Beneath these yellow factory skies,
Even the street lights look sadly dim,
Like our spiritual light within
Blurred by an affectionless life.
Things began to change
When I met you in a small bar
Not far from the school where you teach;
I saw Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass
Easing out of your purse,
I knew we had to talk.
As we spoke over drinks
In the early evening,
I felt loneliness begin to lift
Like dark persistent clouds
Being pushed aside by sunlight,
As if Walt Whitman were sending us
Prayers mingled with lilacs.
Indeed, there is a different sky waiting,
Azure blue and dazzling,
Inviting flowers to bloom
On romantic avenues
When two people finally find each other.
In my mind I have already seen
You smile in a summer dress
Beneath a different sky welcoming our love.
Marvelous poem with beautiful imagery. Love it.10 for it. Last lines are excellent- 'In my mind I have already seen You smile in a summer dress Beneath a different sky welcoming our love.'
I keep coming back to this hauntingly lovely poem with its subdued and mellow beauty.
this poem tempts the reader to strip away all insecurities and fully submerge their body into the words just to understand their beautiful meanings. i feel as if i could read it again and again without ever losing that awestruck feeling which captured my heart the first time my eyes grazed the page.
A masterpiece with a little Wizard of Oz magic at the end, in how your words color the picture for your readers.... Beautiful, thank you! ~Lee
Things began to change When I met you in a small bar Not far from the school where you teach; I saw Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass Easing out of your purse, I knew we had to talk. beautiful poem great 10+++++++++++++++++
Our eyes are sore and red and missing joy is so sad. So, long the rain gazes upon mind. As we slowly walk through the city the different sky offers the support. Beneath the sky love welcomes us. Inviting flowers to bloom weather sings. This is an excellent poem well penned with rich imagery....10
This reminded me of a song by the Eagles, No More Cloudy Days, a favorite if mine....as now, too, your lovely write. PEACE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True and sincere dedication with wonderful references. Just excellent. Best wishes. A.