dressed in black
the moon
sprouting arms of music to embrace
hug
enclose only what is felt
the earsplitting love
so harmful
and what not to kill the raven of disaster
but the sadness of broken stars
or in opposition
fearful waiting
ready to strike
the illusion of what we crave the most
just for the moment waiting and hoping
what can be worse than the curse of the unknown
and what can be better
the curse of life as we live it in the present
fearing, hoping
but that is just a moment to destroy everything
seeing the scars clearly in the light of the dark
a heated decision taken in the moment of weakness
just to be scared
fear the name of conscience and misgivings
a hole to say the least
to fear too little, to have too high hopes can destroy the moment
and everything connected to it
but that is just the way things work
at least just for the moment
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem