A beautiful day is about to end
The sun still shining
in a cerulean sky
In the west above the hills.
it has painted the sky
with red and pink
The sun says goodbye
to my upturned face
I hear chirping of birds,
a flock returning home
after the day's hard toil
Sitting on the porch I am waiting
for your return dearest love
Slowly time is slipping away
The red sun now behind the pines
In the silence of the evening
I remember days of togetherness
Stealthily darkness comes in
stealing colours from all
you have done with my dreams
Suddenly a gust of cold breeze
Kisses my bare arms and neck
A gate is closed somewhere,
with fluttering eyelids I peer
through the thickening black
falling from the arms of night sky
My eyes can not find you
The silhoutte of a man long gone
Sitting on porch I wait for you
till orange afternoon sun hides
far below the distant horizon, night comes in wearing black cloak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice imagery. beautiful poem.