I once regarded time as the unstoppable,
irreversible and progressive movement of
something shown by clocks and calendars.
It didn't bother me, because, whatever it did,
It couldn't affect our happiness...
Wasn't it God's grace that kept our love alive?
The happy memories of our yesterdays,
the joys of each new day, and hopes
of even happier tomorrows coming,
until He called you home to rest...
Then, all those years of profound happiness
turned into precious fairy tales in which we both
played roles, hence in the memories and dreams
from which I've vainly tried to paint in poetry
the lovely woman that you were, my angel...
When I look forward now, I see time looming
as if it were a bank of dense, impenetrable fog,
but I'll keep sailing on, trying to stay on course,
to meet you in God's sunshine when my time,
like yours, shall finally dissolve into eternity...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Willem, Memories keep our past moments alive. This is so true to what your poem says. Good one. Kavitha Shivan