Water and Rain
© Candice James, Poet Laureate Emerita
New Westminster, BC CANADA
I long to go down to the shore again:
to hear the water speak to the rain,
to see the seagulls fly on high,
to hear the sadness in their cry.
The tender years when I was young,
when rainbows ‘round my shoulders hung.
Those sky-blue days of golden tears.
These sky-blue eyes long for those years.
The long and winding path grows pale.
The mast now hung with ragged sail
rests alone on a weary shore
and I'll hear the seagulls nevermore.
The fleeting touch of youth is gone.
Life's music now a fading song.
The sky-blue skies have turned to gray
and soon my soul will fly away.
The days of life are beginning to fade,
an age-old stain on invisible suede.
And I long to go down to the shore again
to hear the water speak to the rain …
to hear the water speak to the rain.
This is indeed a deep drenched nostalgic feel spreading the message of painful separation and longing to dwell together again. Beautiful ma'am. Enjoyed the journey.
Poet Laureate Emerita froom where r u poet laurette and why not as best most popular poe-yet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good descriptive feeling. of the Good old days