You claim my thoughts,
Though you have never seen your name in frost.
I think the window of a distant train
Still mirrors you like a poem in its glass.
Through strong, blue dusk,
You come to me with a word and a flower.
Snow to the eaves alone brings Wednesday back.
The only gold is in the sunset, Friend.
Previously published, 'Matinee', Germany
Through 'the window of a distant train' it is obvious- someone is coming 'with a word and a flower'... always something very special with poetic aroma... best regards...
so nice, beautiful and mind soothing write ma'am and you are so good in it, whenever i feel down i come and read your thoughts and a spark of hope starts breathing in my heart.....thanks for sharing many, many 10++++ and definitely added to my favs. rgds asif
I had to read it many times to feel all its beauty and thought and emotion put into this poem by your hand. And now a sense of bluish haze and dreamy melancholy surrounds my evening. Thanks for sharing, Sandra Yelena M.
The only gold is in the sunset is true. After the darkest hours comes the dawn, - I wonder what lies beyond? ! Let this light of dawn pierce our soul, For a glimpse of the Lord with all His halos to behold! -Raj
The only gold is the sunset..I respect the wisdom inherent in this bit of poetic expression. Top score! !
The only gold is in the sunset, Friend...You came to me with a word and a flower. a very good poem. dev
Your poetry is exquisite Laurie Hill
I have read this beautiful poem again and again and my feelings are same as of Yelena. This sunset gold is more precious than pure gold. Warm Regards Naseer
This is quintessential Sandra magic - evocative and calming and a way that bring sense to our frenetic and perilous world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Nice image created with words great poetic work.. warm regards, Mari