Clearly it's nearly morning…
The darkness outside my
window provides a feeble
illusion of eternal youth
the lonely blue moon has grown
far too tired already to entertain.
No one knows I am here…
In shadow on my knees,
arms outstretched above my head
reaching out for mercy
grasping the finger of grace
gratefully praying not to fall.
The night is nearly over, and I would like to know who took minutes of this moment away from me tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem with beautiful imagery. Love it.