I'm almost over you
the years play out like cards
my hair is streaked with gray
I give you my regards
it was so long ago
I still remember the night
the tide was coming in
the moon faded from sight
we packed our things and ran
the blanket and champagne
and late into the darkness
we listened to the rain
we passed the night together
and yet we were alone
in tides and stormy weather
adrift in the unknown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love it Barry! Especially the last 2 verses have darted through my heart. A worthy 10
Glad you like it. Thanks!