Where has the light gone that has followed me through the best and worst times I have experienced thus far?
Yes, the one that once laid deep within me promising I could reach the end without winning and still be able to fly.
Have I lost sight of the bright star that once guided my mind, body, and spirit to those castles made of sand and moonlit walks on the beach?
Yes, the one that shinned bright guiding me as I had to climb mountains to feel alive, calling me softly in the distance pouring its light on the path that I should take.
Did I truly lose the one thing inside me that has stood by my side no matter if I were right or wrong or if emotionally I felt too weak or strong?
Yes, the shooting star that took me for rides across the sky, so I could see it all yet also fell with me during my many falls, to somehow explode once again and fly across the night.
Why now can I no longer hear that voice in the distance calling my name or feel the cool breeze as it touches my face?
Yes, that powerful wind that danced with me when I closed my eyes and swayed away with its songs every time.
What now shall I do, with no light to follow, no star to fly, no breeze to blow me away this time, but walk into the evening sunset in my soul?
Yes, the one that is real, that I can touch and feel, that is wanting to explode but waits patiently for that one moment in time to come alive, waiting, looking back at me to catch up to it tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem