i close my eyes
and see images
not as clear when
you are here
right within my grasp
but through the
silhouette formed
by optical tricks
i am now certain
it is you i see
i forego the
images and thoughts
running through my head
i let them go
set them free
then i fall into an
inviting sleep
but the nightmare
sneaks in
and i woke up
screaming your
name again...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This seems to be a set of mixed emotions. In the first verse it appears that longing and sadness abound and then in the second verse it ends in nighmare. It must definitely be a love hate relationship. Good form and style to the verse.