I stand grey, cold and alone.
Like a statue on Easter Island.
Watching endless waves roll by.
Waiting for your long return.
Now you have arrived by my side.
Realizing you should go away again.
I look into the stone faces around me.
Feeling strength, that I am not alone.
Once, salt air carried our love together.
Rain washed away all of our fears.
Midnight stars beckoned to be pointed at.
Sunrises came like a silent ghost.
But, true love will always last.
Timeless and not obscured.
You have come and you have gone.
Get up, get up. It is time I stand.
I stand fulfilled, solid and happy.
Like a statue on Easter Island.
Watching endless days roll by.
Waiting for another to come.
Ditto Ernestine's comments. 'I Stand' is a good write, Steve. Congratulations. L
This is a lovely write Steve, I love the angle, using the Easter Island statues. A lovely subject very well crafted. Lovely read. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is lovely, Steve, you hopeless romantic, you! Thanks for sharing your heart here.