words cannot hold you
you vanish into dreams
only memories remain
empty trees in winter
the wind whistles
recalling summer's ghost
I go on a journey now
I cross the river of stars
my tears are a final plea
that you remember me
A poem to shed a tear on its plea.Moved, my dear Barry.I translate it immediately.Hope for the analogous one in my words, in my language.
Best poem I've read in a long time. Powerfully created images. I see you like Anne Sexton. One of my favourites. And you too after this effort.
Another beautiful poem! Every line a stab in heart!
Thank you so much. Glad that it touched you.