Drop by drop
The ice melts to nothing.
Slowly the sun fades
And sets;
Minute by minute
I seem to be losing.
The blue sky turns black
The ocean dries
The season changes
Dark, cold winters arrive.
Minute by minute
Time passes and I stand still.
Watching the moving hands of the clock,
Staring at the grimy furniture
The thatched wall
Seeing patterns in the smoke,
My constellations are lost.
Minute by minute
I am losing all
Hoping there is His design in every loss
I am living,
Marching past every ground that I lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The ocean dries The season changes Dark, cold winters arrive. marching past on every ground that i lost....... there is the shimmer of hope in your lines and the great decision of determination...... liked your thinking very very much dear poetess. tony