Beyond the city of dreams, free-falling into the arms of morpheus.
The torment of loss is a bygone thought..
Once more all ails find no foothold
and slip carelessly into the swirling lake of forgotten.
Again to be in your custody and held,
your hands encircling, containing me.
Silence our only language and spoken
with unheard reverence.
A promise to forever cherish and be there,
a soul attached and willing.
The fulfilment of trust, warming a fearful soul
like a blanket of moss surrounding new saplings.
Hands clinging to a divine future filled
with endless passion and love,
yet knowing from a silent place within
that this is no reality, no sanity, no sanctuary..
Fitful stirrings echo to bring me back
to this place where torment is real
andabandonment is worn like a cloak of penance.
Knowing that the price to be paid will be in tears
since love has no home and lives in eternal void
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem