I see a far away yacht at sea toss with the mysterious waves
And the red painting of the Western sky fades away.
An old sleepy Queen jumps out from the twilight sky
But I cannot sleep as I am not a King anyway.
I am awake till dawn
And when my reliever comes
Then I'll be off to my lonesome bed.
A lonesome letter indeed. I like the imagery of the sunset sky. Good atmosphere in this one.10/10. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The colors in this one are muted - the tone is ever gentle. Another fine, melancholy read. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥