To a poet of India for his warmth which can never be outdated <br />'With warmth for your severe winter', you said. <br />And every snowflake from my landscape fled. <br />I felt the sun from half a world away <br />Touch my skin with your autograph that day. <br /> <br />Regret echoes back to you on the air. <br />Love and remembrance, Friend, we both must bear. <br />Although I knew the poem was no more, <br />Your solace healed my being to the core. <br /> <br />Stanzas have gone into that atmosphere <br />In which two songsmiths held each other dear. <br />Yet somewhere our cosmos is burning bright, <br />Like Oriental candles against night. <br /> <br />Copyright,2006, Sandra Fowler<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cosmos-burning-bright/
