Awaiting the friend I love the most
The ghost of hosts I love the most
An architect of grand design
A vagabond of dreams divine
Two brothers, frozen in time
Slow burning is the candle lit
Find me a new skin.
This life a doorway
This life a portal to a million worlds
And laid beside my guardian curled
I am as one within without myself.
She is coming to heal
She who steals my heart in fleeting
Why is it I can not forever listen with open ears?
I have laid myself defenceless to the shore
I have left myself wanting more?
Asking of myself, what is it I’m here for?
Where the hell is the door?
The river run dry
There are no tears to cry
I wonder why
As I lay down to die.
The journey will never near completion
One colour will merely merge into the next
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem