Although the day was full of grace,
I frowned because your face
Was not there.
The sky was denim-blue,
The breeze cloying, but you
Were not there.
Summer comes apace;
I would rejoice,
Were you here.
Clouds close the sky,
Again; this is why I
Need you here.
2009
The art of simplicity beautifully displayed. I like your denim blue sky. Take care. As always, Sandra
Clean lines to let feelings flow. The weather is a mirror and a lamp. It shows and illuminates feelings. A breeze of truth. May the sun keep shining, Will.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well penned poem about longing for someone to be near!