Dusk is fastly falling
familiar sweet melancholy
covers and fills me
Another day has passed
my search remains fruitless
sad beauty of solitary sunsets
I keep watch of the sky
waiting to wish on each
free-falling star hurtling towards earth
Clouds hug the distant suns
thunder drones overhead
and soft raindrops kiss my skin
My bed now seems emptier still
I stare into the darkness
watching a face that is not there
I pray for a dream of love
contrary to my present reality
falling asleep to angels weeping
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I will love you, my dear. I'm sending a kiss sailing across the seas to soften your brittle lips. Much love, ams.