Clear links between people
are unlikely to develop without
obstacles; obstacles mean a storm
through which love...
Grows beyond the horizon, a part from the sea.
It bends and falls and bends
and yet, the reflection in the mirror/
mirror the in reflection the
seems unaltered. To me.
and to You? I guess. Despite
your reflection, your rosy cheeks
and enticing lips will fade
and Time in his ship will repossess
that.
I love still and all love still and love is still.
So bittersweet and evocative. I hope your days are brighter now.
ReplyDeleteI wrote a haiku for my historical fantasy which seems to echo your poem :
Dreams drift like clouds,
I reach to touch the moon,
I grasp but empty night.
Have a great week, Roland
I love how your poem reflected words, as the mirror (brilliant) and how your love refracts a fading physical image back to what will always remain....love!
ReplyDeleteHi,
ReplyDeleteThank you both for your postitive comments! Made me smile a lot. Actually though, I wrote this whilst very happy although I agree it is terribly melancholic. Maybe that is just easier to write?
I really like the Haiku Roland - the sense of yearning is so sad.
Hope you are both ok!
M xx