The Dreamed Moment Poem by Natasa To

I am the waiting gate.
You are drifting away like a love boat.
The sky is windy that afternoon.
My soul is lonely and cold.

All things are an illusion.
Suddenly, we are leaving.
His hands hold my body tight.
Once last time we apart.

I am the walking rain.
My pearls run down from my eyes.
With my cold and lonely heart
I am sad of leaving apart

I am the waiting gate
Your are drifting away like love boat,
where I wish there is a better place,
to dream of you and to tell you I love you.