The longing for what's past
the feelings are vast
I find myself wandering the dream.
The blue ocean, the melodious song
the nonexistent encounter I had planned all along
the song I wrote for you is seen.
Strange, how there was no better
and how I still refused to be together
So I lost many things in that ocean.
I ran, and ran
my feelings that began
that day soon irritated the skin.
I'm sorry, I've never been good with love
I hid my emotions with a glove
So you could hate me on my own terms.
Yet, you stuck through it
claiming we could work with this
and yet I still ran, and distracted you with birds.
It's been 2 years since that dream was lost at sea
my dreams have since ceased to be
anything but a bummer.
However, I'm starting to believe
without any reason, in seeing
that unfulfilled dream rekindled by you, Summer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem