She hovers like a lonely lost cloud
I have no rope long enough to reach her
She begs for rescue but the wind is to loud
She fades into the distance like a falling feather.
On this green bed I grieve at her passing
Blades beneath my feet pierce flesh and bone
This fool had believed that love was everlasting
For that he stands under clear skies- Alone.
This poem seems sad at the thought that he lost his love but yet I feel a sense of hope since the skies are clear. I enjoyed this very much Vincent. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is really a good one. fit to be in any respectable anthology. your anchor poem if you should become famous.