Cruel is the moon
To have lit this night.
Tears burned through my face.
She couldn't stand the sight,
yet she stood in place,
her eyes blank and grey.
With fear nurtured
by moonlight, I turned away.
in a moment of stillness,
tongues failed to articulate.
It seems we lost our language
along with dreams forgotten
in the purgatory of our wait.
A cloud covered the moon.
Together and eloquently,
we shredded the silence
by saying: "I'm sorry".
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so beautiful and imaginary piece.... shredding the silence..Nice written Liked it 10