What to do when the night
speaks your name?
the echoes… O the echoes
they can be heard through the ages
the nightwalkers stalk your being
amidst shadows, amidst ungodly things
smoke and mirrors are all there is
meaningless is truth, so…
throw caution to the wind
breathe calmly and answer boldly
when it speaks your name
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem devoted to a forgotten romantic infatuation with some hope of retrieval. Thanks.