Soft evening breeze caressing my face,
Your hands in mine,
They seem so real these days.
Your touch is more than I can handle,
I feel your heart,
Like mine,
It’s burning like a candle,
Like a candle through the endless night,
The moon shining its brightest white,
You seem so near yet I know you’re not,
Cause you only exist in my thought,
When I close my eyes only then you seem real.
Your eyes shining with the outmost appeal,
I open my eyes and I realize,
Nothing of you…
Is real…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I find 'Illusion' a great piece! The last two lines are so shattering in their effect for the new meaning they bring to the poem. I see them as changing and uplifting the earlier descriptions... I am a little confused about the functions of lines 10,11,12 though... maybe you should revisit those lines. Now I go offline with the last three lines in my mind.Thanks, Zarina!