If I am not.
Nor could I be.
Love's echo,
that one hears.
Cast adrift,
I found no sleep.
Left to long at sea.
What you found
I,
could not bare
lost
again to sight.
One,
sleeps the sleep.
That,
few will sleep.
And so I say goodnight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
been at sea for too long, too many irregular sleep times. really imaginable poem, powerfully conveyed. I have enjoyed this well crafted poem A 10 Full Score for this amazing poem.