For my Gilbert, gone so many years but never forgotten.*


I think of you

I think of you the most
when the cold nights arrive,

If you were still here
we could spend the long nights
drinking hot tea,
And pouring out our hopes and sorrows,

But you are not here,
And Iím left whispering my longing
to the brisk winds,
Hoping they carry it to you,

The clouds would burst open
if they felt what I feel,
Their rains would sweep you up
and bring you here,

And we would laugh,
We would dance,
The stars would cheer,
And the winds would sing.
~Ashe




Poetry by Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-03-05 at 22:35

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Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh, how I did enjoy this, it really spoke to me! Strange how the winter sets us thinking of the past. I like the juxtaposition of drinking tea with pouring out our hopes and sorrows, almost as if the action of the tea pouring has a cathartic effect. Very Japanese thought! And the happiness if your longing could be fulfilled - would make the stars cheer, and the winds sing. Yes, lovely.
2018-03-09


John holliday
beautiful words tinged with sadness....a lot of people can relate to this even though it is really personal....
2018-03-09


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Sweet, simple and effective.
2018-03-08


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
"But you are not here,
And Iím left whispering my longing
to the brisk winds,"

Your whisperings become words on a page. Writers write.
2018-03-07


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
So beautiful. People never really leave us. Like the epitaph on a grave that said "I am just dead, not gone".
2018-03-06


sagi
Wishes lead to hope or other way around, I don't know.
Just the thought of loved one is sometimes enough to give you quiver inside. It is the food that keeps the misery/love alive.

Enjoyed this alot. Thank you.
2018-03-05