When all the joys conspired to leave your heart,
And turned all colors that you see to gray,
Your dreams dissolved, each one, its every part,
You were now strangers heading each your way;
That road that faded on a bend hid her,
You wished her figure reappears again,
Though not today, too soon, as so it were,
For even if wounds heal, you won't know when;
And yet, you know, amidst the wintry cold,
Half of the world is warm where hearts rejoice,
Where joy replaces glum, as often told,
And sorrow has to go without a choice;
.... In time, your heart well see colors emerge,
.... And dreams will come where joys would all converge.
Thanks Howard Savage. Just a musing of a heart. I trust, you have poems too, expect me there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a great poem of expression and sentiment, coupled with metaphors.