Forehead pressed up against the window
Eyes up at the stars
The darkness glooms yet so beautiful it seems
Simple stars, far away, distance, time, this is what I long for
We sit; we stare in opposite directions
As we casually embark on this journey through our lives
The invisible wall wedged between him and I
I try to turn but my head is still
My eyes try to steal a moment
But my heart has its own will
Eyes up at the stars
I keep looking
As Memories start to fill my head
A tear a chill a beating heart
My head screams I want you so
But my hearts deep wounds prevent this will
Eyes up at the stars
Creativity starts to fill my head
I’m reaching out and up I grab some stars
A handful of stardust shines through my fingers
I softly blow releasing my powers
He turns slowly
My heart starts to race
Time stand still let me embrace
His eyes staring at mine
Not a smile or a blink
The chill is unkind
I turn I weep a bleeding heart
Eyes will remain up at the stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So beautifully captured...that space between wanting & having, then turning around - walking away with a scathed heart. Please keep writing...Africa has talent.