Awed by this life's illusion, truth takes hold
The key to one or other's happiness,
So wearied by neglect that dreams cry Hold! :
Sweet mem'ries fade to bitter loneliness.
Your love was born of better love than me;
Hard forged of fire wrought from sorrow's fear
That died amidst the joy you taught to me
And the hopelessness I bear when you're not here.
This vista's mirror mars my shattered dreams,
Sad bleeding figments spread and fester full
With words that glisten stripped of hope; it seems
That promises mean little after all.
Though life was pled these lessons through long years:
Your dreams compel me further than my fears.
-August 19 2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stunning write, brilliantly worded.