Isn’t there anything
that you haven’t said to me?
A little something perhaps
that you have hidden in your heart
For reasons unknown to you and me
Or do we know the reasons?
Isnt there a soothing voice
suppressed by your real booming baritone
that contemplates saying aloud
Words that your real voice couldn’t?
Words that welled up in your eyes
as you sat by me day and night
watching my shadow grow thin by day
and thinner by night?
Words that oozed through your fingertips
when you led me on to see the setting sun
and the rising moon
but never tumbled down your lips.
Say it aloud then for the world to hear
or whisper only in my ears.
For life is not long for me
and my shadow walks on earth
only for a couple more of days
waiting for you to say……..
“Isn’t there anything
that you haven’t said to me? ”
is that really so. definitely a very touching piece i would remember for a long time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem of longing with the sound of the clock ticking by fast... Welcome to PH TO