What's that I see from afar?
A candle lit up in the night
There it sits in a glistening jar
Filling the water with light.
Walk up to its glory
And smell its lovely scent
Here let me tell you a story
Of a man who came and went
The one person I speak of
Is not a man but a coward?
He did not believe in such love
That I claimed had flowered.
Every morning was the same
He always avoided my eyes
Felt as though I were to blame
For his embedded lies.
When I asked how was his day
He said he's got to go
I begged and pleaded for him to stay
But he trudged out into the snow.
I figured out
His passion was fake
I cried with a shout
And went down to this lake
The sky turned dark and scary
The water as high as the fright
That came from the dead prairie
And afar I saw a light.
I picked up this very candle
The thing I cherish most
These words may be to much to handle,
For I am a ghost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem