A rouge wave is drifting
between now and sundown,
As silence comes flooding
me full all around...
Will faith endure furry
when bright skies stir plain,
And tidaled expanses
consume cold and vain?
Toss me within waters
we once gazed across,
I search every reason
to drown within loss.
For love suffers slowly
the sailor of hearts,
Casting to sea
a love torn from its parts.
Eager and restless
the tides have their way,
And rush-in the essence
of love-lost today.
2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes, its faith that brings us to our own destination, lyrics so strong that every lines should be taken off, like eating something for a good digestion.... you have an edge of a poet.