My empty glass was once full
Of many day's pleasures
But now it's broken and dull
With empty lives treasures
All in its going and get on by
Full of its days once young
Love like clouds upon sky
Into an old pastoral song
Life love was its darlings
Of daydreaming and blues
Now life recollections it sings
Of many pleasures and truths
Cold cold despair from inside
The roads on its turning ways
Kiss of a dream that did abide
In the past nights and days
Love of its future is cold
Flowing on like breezy blow
No pleasures of days it can hold
Only the memories of its glow
Dreams are everything or nothing
Somewhere around in reality
But thoughts of its kiss are bluffing
Something of what might have been
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This would be a beautiful ballad. As a lovely poem. Thank you