Quiet as a dark night,
Ravishing flowers I sight,
Flatly and harmlessly lying on top of each other,
As I joylessly walk,
The tombstone appears sad,
Its sole companion; a dead lad.
I gingerly move around,
Glancing, gazing, glimpsing,
The lawns around look at me strangely,
Like I'm an intruder.
My presence makes them stare,
Do I look like I could scare?
Innocuous me is no foe, whisper I,
I came to see my crony,
A departed soul, a darling to me,
The lawns look on, more at ease now,
I advance my steps round and round,
Saying an orison for my departed one.
He's gone, but I feel the presence of his ghost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem