The things that time has stolen from me,
A sad, long list of everything I loved;
The very stuff, defined me in this life-
In falling rivulets, perhaps still it moves..
Disappears, but to reappear elsewhere
In other worlds, where other selves need it more
In living other lives, that none could guess;
It enters in secret, through other hidden doors..
Somewhere, in countless other worlds, now live
Those things that here have gone from me,
For time flows both forwards and backwards,
And all of time in succession, gives..
Wow! Somehow I fell this poem related to the one I have just posted. Your poem helps me wonder again: Could it be for us to be the lost ones and those we miss and think of to mirror our sent thoughts?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life as gift, realization found with loss. Beautiful words here Patti.