Alone… somewhat
Here I found myself again, following my feet
Which bring me to the seashore
Here… The sky and the ground, waves and the shore meet
I look at the cloudy heaven, about to pour
It is strange, sitting on this salty land
With nobody beside you besides emptiness
You stretch your hand in the silken sand
All you find around is complete loneliness
Yes, there are people around, like always there are
Sharing the same room, bench, bed
But no matter how close they seem they are far
In the end it is only you who face what lies ahead
With open ears, there are all sorts of noises around
With an open heart, you have just your music, your own sound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this, the honest, the good observations, even the wry humour of following my feet. This is a real cracker, you did very well here.