I walk the dusky beach
and raise my voice alone
the darkness to beseech
as somber moods belong
in flute and violin
meek and soft and strong
the song is isolation
the firmament of night
the saddest intonation
still comes the epiphany
of silence in the waves
as stars fall down on me
the wind is a final prayer
there on the black horizon
the anthem of all despair
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful capture of the moments The feelings are palpable. Well done!