I stand on the beach in the sea,
In the sand with water all around me.
Approaching the storm foam from the
Waves cover me.
My lover can't hear or see me, trapped
In his dream so it seems.
With no place to hide nor rest, I'll abide
As the storm grows worse all around me.
The tide tugs and pulls at my sleeves,
Afraid I'm alone trapped in the sea out
Of reach of his heart raw is this wound in my chest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem