Tender love was all I had
Soft touches, subtle gazes, lingering
Moments in embrace
A smile of stupor
Given in mind-addling love.
She was everything,
A world with hope,
A taste of the divine,
A wish of the sublime.
My home was empty
She was gone, forever,
But I would find her in
All things, in hooded sun,
In the name-whispering
breeze scented with her perfume,
in the dreamless darkness
in which she walked.
I would find her in all moments
Filled with joy and tears,
But in darkness, even in darkness,
I would look back
And she would be gone,
Lost to the world,
A hopeless world
Built without dreams.
Dreams live only for the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a lot of wisdom in the mythological thinking. Orpheus looked back, because he didn’t trust his inner vision - 'dreams live only for the future'.