My love the things i have seen,
the wonders i have touched,
the places i have been.
I felt sorry for saturn
and the rings he holds,
he seems only a slave,
held for eternity by invisible bonds.
I may come for lunch,
and i may be late,
assure me that you will wait.
i await the next comet,
and then i shall raise a thumb,
perharps a wayward angel
may grant me passage to you.
I may not make it, but venus
speaks highly of you.
i am puzzled by the world i see around me,
but i know that i need you.
The moons are beautiful
at this time of year
sincerely wishing you were here.
I love this poem Peya. Books have been written with stories from postcards and your idea of a poem is a good one. Bringing in Saturn's structure, Venus love and the Moon's beauty works so well. 10 Karin Anderson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh Peya - this is just the most cosmic creation ever. Absolutely awesome in imagination & originality.... You sure are going places :) 10 is not enough! You get an infinite number of stars from me......