Sounding in the distance, a lonely whistle beckoning my
heart to wash against the shore of grief once again.
Finding the aching of an interior loss as it rises and
crashes upon the ocean's shore.
Taking me into a land of unbearable sorrow, wanting
nothing more from life.
Rescinding the hope that has been dwindling inside of me,
knowledge and wisdom not having any effect upon my heart.
Standing alone, saying good bye and falling into the
nightly ocean like a dew drop of an early morning and
disappearing into it's depths.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem