my soul is filled

[Sandra]

The street is wet
the light shines in the night
and I feel the well known
deep call
that invites
to gather the spread
in the haste of the day

The moment is now
when the day has gone
with its load of rites

In the quiet night
all is free and diverse
and little by little
appears the truth

The rain falls
smoothly rocked in the breeze
everything is different
but the same as ever
though you are no longer here
and I do not know
if your forehead is bowed
or your eyes are reflecting a glance

It is night
and I am not already the same,
your remembrance is here
and my soul is filled
that is all

[greta]

i especcially like the lines
everything is different
but same as ever

of course the rest of the poem is great too

[Sandra]

Hi Greta!

how do you bring the little figure here?

[Pete]

And I do not know
If your forehead is bowed
Or your eyes are reflecting a glance

I really like these lines

and the end line "that is all"

and of course the rest of the poem is also great

Thankyou for the poem Sandra

Pete

[Sandra]

Thank you for your words...
I am glad to share with you all some part of my intimacy.
great emotions have to burst somewhere and it is nice to do it here

[greta]

the little figure i got to represent me was trough my profile. scroll the page down and at the very bottom you can insert a little picture you'd like to represent yourself.
of course you first have to find a picture you like