~Burnt~
Stepped away chard
Yet a chill took ahold...
Singed by a flame
from a soul burning cold.
For a while lay and wait
for one spark to show,
When time turns upon you,
you'll learn what I know...
When grasping at nothing
it's best to let go.
Silence is soothing
but sometimes it sears,
Burnt by its essence,
compiling by years.
A lifetime of twilight
still shadows the scene,
As highlights fade lower
you fall inbetween,
Surrender seems easy...
Do you know what I mean?
As daybreak comes splintering
so does its fire,
Now dawning reburning,
all day to conspire.
And night's swaying easy
on the edge of my sigh,
With fever now fueling
love's flame toward the sky,
While sorrows unending
remind me of why.
2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem