With a flickering candle,
she walks the streets alone
looking for her lover
who failed to come home.
Is he in the arms of someone new?
Has he forsaken her
only time will tell?
Until then she walks alone
with a flickering candle as a friend.
Each night you will see her
calling out his name
as the shadows fall,
never receiving a reply
to her pleading call.
28 July 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a pensive little piece, you have penned here, David. I wondered what inspired it? Sounds like a story from the past, handed down over generations - like Clementine. I like the way you leave the reader wondering - and hoping for a happy ending. Great piece. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥