My lover is now in rest, and cradled among the worm's nest.
He lays cold and flat in a coffin I haven't seen and grasp.
He sleeps in a time called forever, and may never open his eyes once more.
He will stay hidden and covered under molten rocks and damp oar.
And I here will stay beside his carved name,
Singing my harps claim, for in my heart he is my cane,
A rock I can lean on he remains.
And a comforting hand he will be kept even in pain.
The nights will past me lonely and sad,
The days will come dull and no longer bright.
The passing seconds will turn into slow hours.
And my activities won't give means of being alive.
For my lover is now in rest, forever he'll not come to my nest.
And I'm left barren, like fleet of ships dumped on the west.
My body and mind may settle in simple views of 'No Longer'.
But deep inside my chest, I shiver for I'm not certain if it will make me live longer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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