And he asked for one more sunrise
along the purple hazed sunset of the day before
as his counting breath shorten his ideals
he whispered a confession to the passing clouds above
like a star gazer he fading his fears to the back of his mind
romancing a bit of a smile and sweet thought
to relieve the horrid shortness of wind and tree color
surrounding his view of the glowing evening sky
and he asked for one more sunrise
as a tear escapes him before his shaken exhale
it is the melody of past lullabies he remembers now
a medley of voices and laughter he drifts to
colors of poetry he falls in
it'll almost be bitter-sweet if he could only see her face
a memory he searches for but in reality he yearns to touch
and as the night blankets over him and the stars begin their shine
he can only ask for a gentle morning sunrise..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem