My nighttime walk has offered
A supply of poetry thoughts
But not tonight.
‘Twas far too cold, only 1º Celsius
And the brain far too foggy
For thought.
I seem to be walking through
A midnight desert where even
The stars blink silently back.
Nor has the onion moon shed
Any of its layers. It shines
Silently deep in its own thought.
Now there is a blank page in my
Mind that cannot be filled by
My pen.
'Tis only love has not been exhausted,
It never will, it's just been missing
For what seems a long time.
Beautiful expressive poem with sadness at the end. Liked it
A melancholy, yet beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Looks like love is missing from everyone's life. Maybe our idea of love is too grand. Whatever is the case, this is a great poem.