In the night I wander,
Along the lonely roads,
I am there only friend,
There are my only friends,
Do I see my footsteps?
Like a ghost they disappear,
Behind the surface lies unspeakable,
Underneath it all black lays ahead,
In the night I stare,
At what could be colored,
But never do I see things to their fullest,
Scorched marks left by the lost,
Did they escape into the night?
But will I see them ever again?
Over pain my life is taken,
When the dance plays,
Out like a memory,
In the night I wander through the day,
In the rain,
Wash it away with tears,
And I’m waiting in the music,
For an upbeat turn,
Will I ever see you again?
Walking along the paths of confusion,
Do they understand?
Like a silhouette pressed against the sun,
Does the wind run?
Or do we flow?
Let the stars blind me,
And show myself,
As I am,
Do you see me anymore?
Am I transparent?
Or do I look whole?
I wander in the night,
And do you see me?
Am I gone?
Or just invisible.
A lot of questions and no real answers............a lot of myth and memory in this very gently written wonder.............blessings, arya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
in the night i wander...yes; very apt and appealing title..you wander...and where does the dark end leads you to? no answers...poignant piece...10