I can hear a blank sound
A forbidden urge for me to stray
A silent din from a distant ground
To foredoom the attempt I bend to pray
Still that sound is affable to my ear
Where the Warning of Love remains allied
Twisting out of shape my mind craves for fear
But I warp the fright so my dream is complied
That blank sound I hear now an escort of mine
And the accursed music can be played on no more
As long as I dwell under the verity’s vine
But its melody is heard from the other side of the door.
Written on the Evening of the 6th of April,2010.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wise and beautifully scribed.