There's this broken road I've been treading
On the other side of the tracks
Where the clouds never break to the sun
And the rain falls on forever
The leaves have all fallen
And I just can't remember
A way to get back
Emilia's playing her cello in the cellar
She's trying to find what goes on beneath
And If I lean my head out far enough
I might be able to hear her tune
Somewhere far off from here
Sweet music that settles like dew
Upon the soft skin of the moon
But I'm still caught on the other side
And I doubt I'll get to her soon
Now, there's these ruins beside me
Of a Love I held one time before
But I just could never master
How to keep the sea close to the shore
The string always slipped through my hands
And I just can't clasp it anymore
And now I walk across these desolate sands
With this empty feeling
That sinks in me
Like the body of some great vessel
Swallowed by the sea
I suppose I just wasn't made
To make it to the other side
The space between
Always seemed too wide
And I just could never decide
What it was I was after
And now perhaps you can tell her
If this ever makes it across the tracks
I'll be on the other side
And I doubt I'll ever come back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem