To die in arms slowly
forgetting the sunrise
that once was
and the twilight of sunset
teared by salted waters
and soft whispers
of love vowed to last forever
beyond fading dreams
beyond futile pursuits
to the end of time
in a timeless harbour
where hopefully God awaits
to embrace a glorified soul.
O to die in arms
slowly forgetting
the sunrise that once was.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem