I gaze at you across my room
confused to know my eyes deceive
I wonder are you truly real
or just a dream the stars conceive
you still inhabit misty views
my eyes eclipsed by smoke and tears
the mind plays tricks and memory
is now confounded by the years
I know I dwell in yesterday
but still I welcome visions past
where love's illusion comforts me
though apparitions never last
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sensitively painted the nostalgia of a lost love!
Thanks. I think I am somewhat obsessed by this topic. Oh well!