The darkness deepened even more
In my veins sinks the night
Slowly the stillness pierces
a knife into my heart.
My body is stretched out
on the wet grass
Distant is still
the night of union
I am no tiny plant
not the night hidden between the stones
neither the moonlight
that falls in the fisher’s net
nor even the silence
before the storm
On the road of quest
I am a walkway
awaiting him to come home
who had gone over me
in an evening like this
a very very poignant poem in deep nostalgia, , , the imagery is teh strength of your poems, , gem of a poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a wonderful poem indeed!