When will he find me, when will he come,
Who will warn him to beware!
I live in the darkness, surrounded by night,
Will he look where no one would dare?
The bridges are gone, they've been washed away,
I had to burn some in my flight;
How will he reach me, when will he come
To this darkness, and my eternal night
I watch for him daily, my candle is burning,
Will he find me..... how will he know
What path to follow.... my time is short.....
The candle is burning low
Time's growing shorter, I can't bear the pain,
I'll never come through this alone;
Come find me, my love, step onto the path...
The seeds of panic have been sown!
Your poems are always an excellent read and this one is no exception. Your writing seems to be so heartfelt, you leave the reader feeling the need to give you a comforting hug. Well done, Lora.
always there, within, the beacon of love in your heart. mesmerizing poem, Lora.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
could use a few more question marks! ;) don't panic! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! and don't burn your candle at both ends! The Path To Lora It's really quite simple to end up with Lora. You've just got to find your way through the flora... and fauna in her back yard and her back bog. But don't step on any poor frog......on any bog log. bri ;)