Like the touch of an old friend
She softly whispers
In the faint familiar voice
And I awaken
To a steadfast stillness
That passes over me
Like the crest of snow
And that winter air
So cold and isolating
Confounded by circumstance
Yet held firmly by confusion......
Why does she awaken my sleep
To old friends that I meet.....
Confounded by circumstance yet.... that's brilliant. t x
Wonderful Geoff, your words almost seem magical sometimes, I can feel the chill in the air reading this, best wishes Lynda xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Geoff, I like this poem a lot and so much the last verse. It is really touchful and deep. It reminds me my poem 'the voice of silent souls' you may have read.