The beauty of it all fading
Wasting way to nothing
Flowing into a small pool
Of deep red....
In a sea regret I'm drifting
Watching it all and waiting
Touching ever so gently
As fingers melt from bone
Into this I am echoing
Silent prayers bewildering
As in nothing I become
One.
Into this I am echoing Silent prayers bewildering As in nothing I become One. Divinely poetic....this has depth in it...keep it up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the imagery and word play from this author. Would love to see recent work.