Could you ever come back to me?
Could you ever forgive a past that I regret
With every thread of my soul?
Dreams have no meaning if so you would have
Returned to me a thousand fold
Dreams are phantoms of expectations to make
One secure for a moment and then
Fade into nothingness yet leaving a faint
Glimmer of hope
Now after all these years hope has slipped into
The night like a ghost fading into the forest
Anticipation over time has left me consumed
And I face a very dire future without you
Hour's - days and years of aspiring thoughts
Has led to naught
So thank you for the brief time you gave me
Winter is here and the rose is dead
Without the petals there is only the thorn and
Beauty only in the memory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.