JUL
31
The Glass Sea
The tide stroked at my toes.
It reminded me how… gentle
Your touch used to be.
A gilded sun enveloped the glass sea,
Glistening; the way your
Eyes lit a darkened room.
Waves,
Crashed.
Semi-translucent images
Come and go on a waning tide
Ebbing as only life itself can
To remind me that tomorrow
There will be no kiss…
© DAW
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem.it seems to have an effect ct on me. Nive poem.dw.