The Colors Of My Longing
Oh! And how often unseemly
are the colors of my longing
since last I caught your loving eye
for now a must is often a trenchant sigh:
Our love began upon a long ago
wind-chilled mantle of snow
from scattered low-slung clouds
as the northern skies gathered proud.
Beholding warm loving eyes agleam
I was drawn to an irresistible dream
even the Gods meant for me to claim
so worthy was my earthly aim.
And though your eyes have dimmed
a bit since when
and gentled even more to fit
the beloved soul I beheld even then
And though you have no clue
to who it is all call you by name
I pray you know it's still I who
walks every day beside you.
February 3,1999
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, so well written with a mixture of imagery, love and longing...Awesome poem...10+++