even our smiles
rhymed
once upon a time
these dunes
that summer
us students of kisses
both of us
majoring in the inexact science
of the making of love
all that love
now only photographs
never ever looked at
not realising that
we had it
when we had it
these dunes that summer
now just a seascape
like any other
stripped of memory
the sea merely sea
the sand only sand
hard now to think
what I meant to you
what you meant to me
somewhere along the years
we lost
each other
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that's a sad one, Donall....good poetry as always