The setting sun burns
An igneous fire
In ice covered trees
and whispers
I ache for you
A darkest-day storm
The solstice snow swirls
A lonely wind moans
and whispers
I ache for you
Untouched by your hands
Unseen by your eyes
I lie in the dark
and whisper
I ache for you.
December 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Puts the longing in the right perspective