He’s off somewhere now
In his own little world
As the sounds of his guitar
Drift in from another room.
I put finishing touches to my
Latest poetic creation and realize
What little difference it all makes;
Nothing ever really separates us.
His is the last face I see
At the end of my day;
The first, bringing my morning coffee.
This old love has finally freed us to fly
Fearlessly and explore our differences;
It’s a music all its own
Anchoring us to the home
We have created in one another.
this song poem is truly soothing and soft..marvelous work!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a beautiful poem It flowed perfectly I hope you can find the time to read and comment on some of my poems Thanks :)