(04 October 1943 / Germany)

Clown In The Moon

My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.

I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.

by Dylan Thomas

Comments (4)

Your woman in your poems are beautiful and exciting, your desription is vivid i saved this poem for this morning, my brain is more alert i'm glad i did a bit busy last night Warm regards allan
What a story, as it came to life on the computer, holding onto your every word...Beautiful, awesome and great as usual! Warm and best wishes, Theodora Onken
Enjoyed it very much. A taut, nicely written story, and lots of fun too.
so much can happen in such a small amout of time you've captured this with your write very enchanting the blonde leaves me panting