Sometimes my thoughts exist in your country,
A place, perhaps, too harsh for yellow flowers.
My whisper travels across continents
Distance is blue, to whom it may concern.
The blinding sun of your reality
Cannot obscure the frail frost of the moon.
It casts its magic light on ancient roofs.
There is no language foreign to its form.
A tear or two, my friend, to mist your eyes.
No need to reply with an aerogramme.
You sent your soul in poems long ago.
I think old verse speaks loud for loveliness.
Editor's Choice I award, Enchanting Verses
A tear or two, my friend, to mist your eyes. No need to reply with an aerogramme. You sent your soul in poems long ago. I think old verse speaks loud for loveliness. Oh isn't this so wonderful, Sandra; just wrote you that I did not find any new poems on your page and that I would read the old ones and that it would be just as wonderful. Now I'm blessed with this adorable piece that speaks loudly my thoughts, and better still. I'm so happy I found this and read it. it is a special gift to me, Sandra. Mine will be the 30th score of 10. mark
It casts its magic light on ancient roofs. wow, every line is a poem in itself. wonderful lines, magical words, beautiful poem.
A beautiful piece of writing, economical and precise in its careful choice of words and images.
Glad to see your poems still refreshing this page. Distance is blue..excellent voice of nature. Nature speaks so. Nostalgic.
excellent complex metaphor: ''The blinding sun of your reality'' and excellent abstract poem 10/10
Sandra Fowler embroiders silken images of autumn's romance on the sunset canvas of the soul. CP
Distance is blue....the beautiful Cuillin Mountains on The Isle of Skye are always blue...and distance can make you feel blue. What a beautiful, expressive and thought provoking poem. Thank you for sharing it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful..so beautiful......