Call not unto me from your final resting place.
Don't ask me to take you away, or sing our lullaby.
We won't steal away this time.
No more candy hearts to tell our stories.
No more midnight remedies of fantasy and illusion.
I'll not take you as I go.
I'll not light a candle in your name.
Your prescence belittles me.
And I will not commend it at all.
I'll not trace your name another time, nor dream of your contour.
Or question your mind.
You are null to me.
And I shall not drive your shadow to be anything other than that which you are: a ghost on the edge of twilight.. sinking into the lines.. your contrast becoming nothing more than black on lie. Hollow and fading.. the distance creeps up.. and into the horizon your soul gives way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem