Strange you are.
You walk on the sands.
Of that oceanless beach…
The waves have died…
The water has all disappeared.
Moody you are.
Walk down the streets…
Of peopleless cities.
Empty buildings, vacant streets…
Alone, Gotham falls…
Sad you are.
Stand in the forest.
Of treeless land…
Blackened the earth…
Childless, you are.
Loveless you are.
Cold you are…
Your feet planted on the ice….
White and freezing… blinding.
Alone you feel…
Lost you are.
Staring in the dark of night…
Starless, void of guiding lights.
The thought of beauty turning to cruel darkness…
Emptiness, leaving no direction…lost…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Strange you are. You walk on the sands. Of that oceanless beach… Haunting in sublime projection, defining boundaries of geographic environments, depicting an estrangement and isolation, within a lost soul.