Single lines of stories being stranded in the air, not
knowing how to connect to another.
Watching as adjectives falter, leaving me alone on a
desert island, nowhere to go after midnight.
Searching for the love that you have left me without,
going into another land and horizon without me.
Striving to hold onto your memory, yet I cannot find
a way to take you back into my total reality.
Lonely and forsaken, sitting beside your picture,
vases of flowers praising you with their beauty.
Eyes drinking in beauty your love once gave to me, now
stranded, no longer knowing how to connect my being
and love with yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a wonderful tribute to the departed soul who is so dear to the heart and the following lines translate the sentiments profusely: Lonely and forsaken, sitting beside your picture, vases of flowers praising you with their beauty.