5amAt Dawn, when all is new
The heart sees no curfew.
The sky is opaque, azure
The air is fresh, a sweet smell lingers,
And our senses want to be felt.
8am Once the sun is up, the rejected dejected lover
Sees his morning harden upon the wall before him.
12pm At noon, the lover seeks shelter
Beneath the shade of a tree.
4pmThe heart burns again,
Like the burning orange glow of the sun
Before it sets Down into a world
Unknown, unseen.
7pmAfter it has descended, its reflection is seen
In the red fiery sparks and blots
Scattered across the evening sky.
10pmThe night comes: solemn, silent, still and starless.
The lover lies in soft soothing pain,
Looking up at heaven; once not too far away
And realizing he gets closer everyday,
While Descending into the depths of his own Hell.
-The lover lies once more, to find
Peace in the Land of Dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem