Inferno's flame envelopes whole, the sky.
Its endless movement sears her soul.
Her air is thin, compressed, withheld.
Hand to chest, no beat is felt.
Collapsing eyes remove her from the sky.
The ember light is ceasing from her sight.
Succumbing to a mind destroyed by light,
She dwells in darkness. Empty night.
No hand on hers, her heart, or mold.
Just pain and anger, conquered whole.
Deaf'ning cries for Love's lost touch;
Her heart is beating, breaking, dust.
Now the ground around her body lies,
Encompassing her empty night; her darkest fight.
With lifted eyes her soul will feel a beat;
The dust behind, new sky to waken her from sleep
The hand she knew, the touch she felt,
Her heart would beat for passion held.
Caressing soul, Love's guided hold,
She's filled with light, with warmth and sight.
Cherishig her sky with Love beside,
Their eyes, their hands, they beat in stride.
Thru gates of beauty side by side,
They enter in with grace, their guide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very nice poem. It has a good rhythm to it as it is read and there seems to be a wide scope for interpretation of meaning to it, also there seems to be hope in the poem. Excellent writing 10/10.