I hear your voice upon the wind,
so I enter the ebony castle
of nights cruel making,
awash with sky lights
guiding my steps.
Alas - lies have been whispered
on the breeze of cruel humour,
I find my feet burried
in cold tears of truth....
there never was you.
16/11/08
But there will be someone probably someone who reads this 10 Chris
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have hit some key within this piece which resonates with pure poetic thinking on your chosen subject....a very good verse again Viola..... 10 from Fay..