A wind so sweet with pungent memories
blows through my cobweb thoughts;
Takes root and harvests each delicate bloom
and savours the scent....
Flowing past a sea of recollections all too dark and taut,
to find safe harbour in a sanctuary port.
Out on the horizon of despair are ripples ever widening,
and the temporal splendour evaporating into a stormy maelstrom.
As the waves reach their zenith the sweet wind overtakes
and the memories return in a crashing surrender on the beach.
Leave me be in splendiferous solitude to mourn my hidden past
and bury hopeless dreams beneath a monolith of pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem