As you wait for the light from heaven
The smoke from the mouthless children they spoke
With our time passing by the string that hold
Father hear your broken and hopeless son
Sitting silently on the frigid stone
Reading with crying waves blew by the sea
Stars to see floating in my dreams
Cold night winter bliss bite upon my feeble neck
Hour passing with every cold beat I made
With belief sinking by the voice
Voice of the endless growing sea
Sand in my hand I wish to comprehend
Letters I created for you to exist
No perfect words nor choice
Corpses from my mind rising from the grave
Beyond the eyes of dead vision
I waited for the seeds that keep me alive
Looking by the waters that full of glory
Afraid to lose my boundless hope
Hope that will never return in my heart
go get those seeds would be change for the better. very lovely poem. thanks for sharing.md
'Letters I created for you to exist No perfect words nor choice'. the lines most attractive in a beautiful write...the rigid stone...a perfect analogy...to the crying mind as we well as to the ears listening not, atop...congrats, Loe...i give you ten...
lovely write of hope..great write..keep up your good work... Ency Bearis
beautiful poem I loved it, I hope you keep on writing coz you are truly gifted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very moving. I like this one. Reminds me of someone passing away.