For lovers here, there and everywhere……Seattle, June 2011
Elliot Bay Blues
In pensive solitude she stood before a vast ocean of sadness.
Sighing heavily she thinks of the love that was, of the love that is
And the love that could have been,
A love that always will be...
Slowly her shadow drifts into the sound and into the sibilant wind
And into the pristine waters of the bay
Never to be seen again.
As she stares hopelessly into the sunset,
Desirous yet desolate, a perfectly round teardrop rolled down her cheek.
And time stood still.
Petrified.
We inexplicably began to cry, friends and strangers, not knowing why.
But she knows our hearts cry for the one true love,
the love that never was and always will be.
In another life, in another season,
Love was here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem