You enhance Raffles and its Long Bar.
Better, I would think,
than it needs or, perhaps,
than it deserves.
Happy, tanned,
and fair and open.
And, somehow,
beneath all of your bravado,
innocent.
In Melbourne, today,
it was cold and squally.
Now bright with bracing
breeze and sunshine,
then dark with stinging,
windblown showers.
The ground and trees are wet,
and strewn about with autumn.
I wish that you were here.
Gazing at photos, wistfully missing someone, and my word, I can picture it, right down to the light reflecting in the gloss (in my head its an actual photo, not on computer or phone) This is another really beautiful poem! Finely formed and so gentle!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this Red.....have I ever told you that? The feeling in this poem is so familiar to me.....to wish so badly to be in the warming company of someone you hold dear, and instead find yourself cold and alone. Wanna come to Fiji with me? ; -)