The lemon lady fingers of the sun
Lay ribbons of pale mercy on the cold.
Silk birds like kites lift dreams as high as smoke.
The music of the moment lives on hope.
Gray roofs are steeping thickly to the west.
Snow flakes like ghosts fall softly through the mind.
I feel the shelter of your shadow hand
Stroking my trembling wings for evening flight.
Previously published: Paris/Atlantic, France
Sandra, I read one of the top love poems on the Poemhunter face page and feel this poem touches me more and takes me deeper in understanding than the lines of Naruda or whoever I was reading. P.O.E.T. Bill Grace
A beautiful serene nocturnal landscape underscored by unseen human love. Masterfully composed music. Robert
I really like the metaphors within this poem, it flows very nicely. Also the imagery within it is beautiful, I love it. Sincerely Nickie x x m
beautiful! poem, I loved the thoughts it evoked in my mind, especially the imagery I loved it
How beautiful your imagery across these lines! You are a true architect of life, mastering the power of words and feelings, emotions. I also feel 'the shelter of your...powerful hand.' Warmest regards, Maria
Imagery outstanding and words superb - final lines made me tremble...well done Sandra - again and again
Dear Sandra, Very especial, internal the secret is carried by these evening flight.. 10.... All the best, Tsira
Your poems are always based in reality, and your reality is so hauntingly beautiful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I see the art of Monet in this poem, Sandra and hear Vaughan Williams 'Lark Ascending'. The subtlety of of colour, the softness of the brush the eloquence of the orchestration. You offer the reader melancholy and hope in equal measure - beautifully balanced poem. love, Allie xxxx