Some days my whole being aches
For days gone by —
Some sweet,
Others filled with longing for some still undisclosed future —
A future which did not occur,
or at least has not yet.
Why can't time stop
Like the dried pigment of a sunset painting —
Clouds tinged with glory —
A moment of bliss,
Sealed in time,
Protected from the onward ravages of darkness and night?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Longing for an undisclosed future. What a powerful poem
Thank you for your kind words!