In the larger sense
Have I exhausted all
Possibility of finding, having
The woman of my dreams.
To only become the woman
of my nightmares.
To be in the world, surrounded
But not of the world, alone
Watching them pass by
As figments of illusion
In that surreal hope
With the reality of darkness
Groping thin air, reaching
Endlessly not touching
The one I love
Should she even exist at all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem