We watch the day fade slowly into night,
in silence standing by this open gate.
Afraid, as if to speak would chase the light.
I have to go; you know it's getting late.
In silence standing by this open gate
your head pressed ever softly on my chest.
I have to go; you know it's getting late.
Why are sad things so often for the best?
Your head pressed ever softly on my chest
we both pretend that neither one can hear.
Why are sad things so often for the best?
The time for me to leave is growing near.
We both pretend that neither one can hear
afraid, as if to speak would chase the light.
The time for me to leave is growing near.
We watch the day fade slowly into night.
© C.D Sinex
Why are sad things often for the best? The time for me to leave is growing near. We watch the day fade slowly into night.. so wonderfully portrayed the scene of parting and love and relationship.. than ku dear poet............ yes sad moments unite us more and more in love. tony
A very sad moment, ........the moment one had to part from one's dearest, portrayed beautifully. Actually I felt it in my heart. Thanks for sharing the wonderful poem. x
The time for me to leave is growing near. We watch the day fade slowly into night. the pain and struggle and sadness of parting is very well portrayed in poetic terms. thank you very much. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well expressed thoughts and feelings nicely brought forth in verse with rhythmic splendour. Lovely and very passionate.