I sit here, sad and lonely,
speaking to the sea.
As it's kindly listening to me,
in this little house that's empty.
Am I lost to be here?
To be in a little house before the sea.
As quiet as it might be,
beautified by tranquility.
Swallow flies above me,
Sunset is in front of me,
But you're not here beside of me,
this little house remains still incomplete.
In this little house,
I wish you come home,
I've been tired and lonesome.
I've stared at the sea for so long and long.
I sit here again, quiet and lonely.
I've been thinking thoughtfully.
From this little house, I see and see,
far off the sea, there's you,
and me..
very beautiful write indeed with so much pain, thoughts of loneliness and yearning for the love to come back...bravo thanks 10+++++
'far off, there's you, and me...' I love the last line...this poem has such a lonesome, breezy quality...I can almost feel myself being swallowed up by the singularity that one feels being on a beach. Beautiful write...10 from me. Caroline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can relate to the sadness and loneliness in this poem, and longing for that love to come back to you. The empty home, the empty heart...very nice poem. Thanks for sharing.