At the finest level of my being you're
still with me.
We still look at each other,
At that level beyond sight.
We talk and laugh with each other,
In a place beyond words.
We still touch each other
On a level beyond touch.
We share time together
in a place,
Where time stand still.
We are still together
On a level called love.
But I cry alone for you,
In a place call Reality.
[Missed by your loving family, wife, daughter and son.]
* All of a sudden I found this cutting among my rubbish of papers.A widow has sent this sad poem to a local newspaper remembering of her deceased beloved husband's third year memorial.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From my heart I find the soul of being which is in the heart of a true poet.