I cast a stone at the sky
hoping for some kind of sound
A phantom feeling answered me
rain on rainy ground
I cling to the water
like a drowning fly
looking for a tune
to lift and set me aside
there's a savage grace
in the missing melody
a poetry poured into
the emptiness of feeling
Still I awake in the small hours
happy in myself
the dawn's light is louder
than any song
I dreamt overnight
Beautiful piece Alex love the images created by this piece. Séamus
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i enjoyed this one. seeking more, getting nothing and finding poetry in the emptiness of your search. but, i think the last 5 lines confuse the entire whole.. it's as if you're trying to end on a happy note when nothing was really happy. just my opinion- i like this piece none the less. foster