On this, another's ordinary summer day
My spirit is awash with a sorrow I cannot reconcile
To myself or explain to my observers
And a void echoes the soothing words I've not learned.
Had I been blessed with the boldness
to beckon my dear to my bosom
I would,
Or better yet the power to quicken
Or still the sun,
I'd send her on a sojourn
To a fortnight ago
To have her reconsider.
Instead I've got this black dress on
And a ballad in the background
to quiet the sad song in my heart
And a hope that my lover heals.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really great poem, like it. A good write. May i invite you to read my poem called, World of Greed.