Another night of staring at the stars
another phase that eventually will pass
the silence broken by voices of the past
U feel uve lost all of what u never thought u had
pictures of memories strolling through ur head
unspoken words that u always wished u said
forgotten demands that no longer can be met
approaching the end like a book u once read
Ur memories feel like dreams of the future
luxuries are now those talks in the picture
each and every one of them u now see as a teacher
for all the marks where they have left a unique signature
the end of an era as they could always say
brings with it a mixture of happiness and crave
like a calling for survival when theres no-one there to save
U have to penetrate this cycle from where u graduate
arrival of the new day as the stars fade away
u wonder if tomorrow, ull be feeling the same way
like the hidden dream u look for when u r awake
It is how our lives rotate with a special thing called fate
20/05/03
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely poem on fate..liked the flow and rhyme