Leave me to weep
Don't say its okay
Leave me to peep
From behind the curtains as it floats away.
Tears for all found and lost
Tears for voices bridging the night and day
Tears for rivers crossed
Tears for all the days that have made this one grey.
If I meet another wise fellow
I shall say, 'how wise are you'
If wise enough, 'tell how long it takes to grow...'
'...the tears that spill and block my full view'.
As the pain sets in, he realises
That he has nothing much left to say
Through the tears he can still see the pieces
Of all that's left of the black and white, now grey.
TIM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem