The circle of your lantern patches snow.
Your face is weather beaten by wind's blow.
The safe moon is unreachable by air,
The fall of dark too eloquent to bear.
And yet your light comes on to me, brave friend.
The journey is a picture with no end.
I wonder. Could you use some company?
Warmth goes a long, long way so they tell me.
It is true journey is a picture with no end at all. A true reflection of your inner thoughts on this life journey with no companionship.
Wonderful Sandra, Warmth does go a long way and your work seems to illustrate that
A befitting caption to a brilliant poem. The journey is a picture with no end. True!
The Journey Is (always) A Picture (of pleasure) , when the picture is imagefully penned by Sandra Fowler! F j R 2009
Alison has said this in her first line, the first word that comes to mind 'Gracious' Truely admirable Love duncan X
There is such a graciousness in the style of your writing Sandra that is unmistakable and such a joy to read. This one shares the warmth of friendship with the snowy moonscape you describe with such eloquence. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
the picture is the picture of never ending circle of life..........and beneath........was the path to wanting and rejection..........a beautiful craft.............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a human touch on a desolate cheek what greater gift can we give a lovely poem