Running along the seashore you were a child
The way you entered my dreams you were shimmering blond
How could you have fit the sun into your sand-pail
You smiled at me–not really at me but at the mountaintops
You were a child whatever you were you must have been beautiful
Were the heavens really in place before then
Then I saw the flying fish that went sailing through your hair
You were mornings you were evenings most of all the late afternoons
I ran a long way at your side
I ran you passed me by
There is love and there is death–the two for which no words suffice
One of these two must have been you
translated by Jean Carpenter Efe
Leonard Durso 
Love it! Great images!
Glad you like it.
I do!
You are certainly developing a theme here.
Or it’s developing me.
Any way, you got me started http://wp.me/p8PuzR-1K
Yes, I see what you mean.
So beautiful.
Glad you like it.
Lovely poem by using metaphore.i m most impressed.yeah-dis is life”one of these two”.
Glad you like it.