I see the moonlight breaking in
A shaft of silver over the
Shards of the mirror
Lying broken on the ground.
I see you face crumples in pain
As you sob into the velvet night.
I hear your voice as you are calling
The lost souls that haunt your sleep.
I feel your presence
At my side.
Begging me to stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem