The winds may blow across this cursed ground
The rain may wash away all I hold dear
The earth may quake till not a thing is sound
But Love, for none of these will I shed tears
The years may pass without a chance to blink
The seasons come and, like a breath, they fade
The clock may loudly tick too fast to think
But Love, your sunshine eyes time fails to shade
My hands be bound, my wayward path be lost
Nothing can keep my feet from finding you
I’ll come back home no matter what the cost
Please look for me when dawn begins anew
The seasons come, the clock ticks on, and yet
This love I hold for you I won’t forget
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece, Alexzia. Love the way you have woven together the earth's natural cycle with internal emotions. I love the sonnet form. I would be interested to hear what you think of my 'Autumn Sonnet'... Jx.