Binding together is mystery
Like you and me.......
That makes me think
The meaning of love
And the bond......
No night without darkness
No day without light
Who owns darkness?
The night or our Satanic mind
Who owns light?
The day or a loving heart
The odour hangs in the air
But only dangling, no belonging
Who owns scent?
Flowers or the lasses
The eye does not own
Once the tear is gone
Who owns the tear?
The eyes or a pining heart
No rainbow seen
Once the colour is gone
Who owns the colour?
A ray of light or a ray of hope
The way leads us on
We leave it and walk away
Like a canoe in a ferry.....
Do we own time...?
Our all-time friend
Still....
Can we be free of time....?
...........free of space...?
It is a great eye which appreciate all these mysteries surrounding us. Lovely poem. Anjana
That makes me think The meaning of love And the bond...... The day or a loving heart The odour hangs in the air But only dangling, no belonging Who owns scent? Flowers or the lasses the love in its quench and quest may adoring to a world of new notion Who owns scent? Flowers or the lasses (the best editing) may makes a good poem for us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Passion be your penchant, young lady....cuz you express it so well...Like this a lot.....smooth & sweet! ___ FjR ****