something out of my reach.
something to fight for, ending in weap.
something beyond my dream.
something to fight for, cold as winter stream.
fade to black, i cannot see.
back to winter, falling trees.
fade to black, where do i go.
back to winter, aloneness grows.
fear from thee, my heart is aching.
what thou has shown me, to love, i awaken.
fear from thee, my love has shaken.
what thou has shown me, agony, suffering within.
a point has come, to make haste.
decide and choose in paste.
falling sand is nearly empty.
die a day, the hours are plenty.
a winter's day has past away.
come what may, hauntings, 'til this very day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem