My soul remains as always, quiet and alone
Thoughts of death, as gray as a tombstone
Separated by choice, never one of the crowd
My thoughts and secrets, silent in my solitude
Yet I suffer not loneliness, nor feel any pain
The spirits of the lost, my friends, my company
For those who walked before, forever unchained
Their will, their life force, forever with me
On a clear night such as this, the stars shown bright
As if peering down upon me, from heaven's door
Giving hope to mere mortals, but not to mine eyes
Weary and forever burning from the brightness
Cast aside, to avoid the light from heaven's throne
Clinging instead, to my earthly bed, to my darkened home
Like drops of dew forming on blades of grass
The breath of God, the breeze and mists, shall pass
Leaving me to my solitude, resting in the shadows
Alone, yet unbroken, radiating a light of my own
Forever free to be as I am, forever free of the throngs
Standing as a solitary tree in the wind, alone, but strong…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An enjoyable read, thanks for sharing