Gone

I go to the harbor, i see people go and return,

but she isn't coming back like the dead in my clan,

she's gone, gone like a burning star,

never more shall i see her,

ah! my soul, i'm alone and broken,

the gemstone of my heart greed has stolen,

I go to the harbor, i see people go and return,

but she isn't coming back like the dead in my clan.

Reviews

[Lorry]

And that my friend, is how they become etched in our minds and it will play games with you, especially in crowds where you might do a double take when you think you spotted her in a crowd, or worse still, hear her in a crowd and you will search the faces for a match that will most likely never come.

[conversations with her ..]

i love this poem a lot.

short but meaningful..