Across the sunlit sea, Delilah, turned her eyes
and stood for hours, for uncounted years,
no matter how strong the waves would rise
they could not reach or wash away her tears.
Her foot falls light as if she walked on wings;
afraid to pray, afraid of its reply,
a shadow world where phantom voices sing
their words dispersed by weak eternal sighs.
At times she'd kneel and clutch the hardened sand,
a wisp of wind might tress her raven hair,
her body stroked by dusk's seductive hand
then rest beneath the falling midnight air.
'At times she'd kneel and clutch the hardened sand, a wisp of wind might tress her raven hair, her body stroked by dusk's seductive hand then rest beneath the falling midnight air' - loved this imagery, drawn with perfection.
A nice title adds to the beauty of the body of this poem. 'a shadow world where phantom voices sing their words dispersed by weak eternal sighs' - an excellent depiction. '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ever so deeply and powerfully painted! .. Thank you ever so much for sharing this! .. Ever so many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++