Early morning sun streams through windowpane
And washes me awake with Devonish air
Breezing clean and lucid. I think again
Of you, wishing you with me, not there
Over so far and dark a distanced ocean,
Then instead of sparkling fresh, the morning
Sinks into a sigh and weeps. Emotion
Takes reins, and I now, without warning
Feel missed moments slide like raindrops slowly
Down my cheeks as the light and I weep, alone.
so sad fay! I'm feeling sorry for this! What's the story behind this Fay?
this is sad, fay.. beautifully expressed though
This is such a powerful write Fay...brings a whole world of emotion up in the reader...wonderful write...Fi 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Imageful, and well structured work, my dear...Poignance exemplified! FjR ***