There’s a ember glowing in my eyes
That flickers in the chill
A light that threatens soon to die
If it were not for my will.
Your breath of love flows across my face
And drops a silent tear
Fearful that a sudden wind
Will make me disappear;
Yet that coal burns in my eye
Beneath a skin of ash,
Alive and trying not to die,
To be extinguished at the last;
My love tells me to please hold on
My eye blazes with desire
What will you do when I am gone
And my yearning soul expired?
You will live on as widows do
Remembering loving days
Recalling my burning love of you
Through a smoky haze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is a stark reminder of the beauty of words you so masterfully orchestrate despite your life restraints! I am as always in awe and admiration of both the poet and the man Xo Elaine