The need to douse a need
To fill a parched soul's longing
By a hug and a kiss
With gentle whispers of eternity
The days seem to drag along
Slowly and painfully
Like a wounded centurion
Torn from it's Calvary
No matter how many times
I hear the bell chime
It never warms my heart
Like wishing you were mine
Wish I had the power to
Borrow tomorrow, make it now
Pause then live in the truth
Of your dead charm
The tears would dry
The yearning would not
Listlessly it would roam but still brass
Like a ship that fails to find shore
Our destinies may be different
And who knows what's in a name
But eternity is a long time yet
For us to meet once again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
live in the truth, I like it.