Posted June 25, 2010on:
A poem written by my mother, which is one of the best poems on parting i have ever read. Couldn’t resist trying to do it into a song.
The cloud unfolded it’s golden wings
before the two of us
We both heard the mute song of parting
in the dying hours of the evening
– I, under the old cassia tree in the courtyard,
and you on the long road to freedom.
Alas! You could not hear the words it whispered to me.
And what it said to you was lost forever in the rising wind.
An add on song