The ones thought lost never go away
find in you a place anchor and stay
on a rainy evening such as this
they come to your mind plant there a wish.
The girl you loved but never got to tie
you thought you lost when the years went by
comes back to you with the dust laden ring
her finger still unwarm on this rainy evening.
As the rain pours in the streetlight's glow
you regret if only you hadn't let her go
wish her to come back by a magic happening
redraft torn pages on this rainy evening.
Your side of the window can't rub off the cold
of the void in you left for her face never old
you madly ask could give anything to find
if on this rainy evening you come once in her mind.
Isn't it strange how pain and loss can become exaggerated on a rainy evening? I wonder why it is. Very nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'you madly ask could give anything to find if on this rainy evening you come once in her mind'. A rainy evening....! . A magical setting for such nostalgic thoughts to plague (tickle?) our mind ! ! Greatly enjoyed! !