O lover mine, o lover that art gone…..
I live but would rather die,
I see not for the tears that flow,
I breathe not for I sigh.
As a moth that loves the flame,
And by that flame is done to death….
Within myself I lit a fire,
This now robs me of my breath.
The night I spent in counting stars,
The days in dreams of days to be.
When homewards thou the rains shall turn…….
The moon-fair face I again shall see.
O lover mine understand……….
How the fire of separation burns…..
Within myself I lit a fire, This now robs me of my breath. The night I spent in counting stars, The days in dreams of days to be. When homewards thou the rains shall turn……. The moon-fair face I again shall see. O lover mine understand………. How the fire of separation burns….. very well expressed.Good flow write.Thanks for sharing.I enjoyed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
meditation on the inner fire leads the reader to mysticism, thank u