In life I seemed to be
A man forever lost in a boys dream
Seeing only what I wished to be
Not how others comprehended me
And so I'd say, as a friend;
As you are, I have never been
As you believe, I have not sought
To be found, when you are lost
To wish in vain in a cold storms wind
To be safe once again
Misleading words spoken in haste
A life led without trace
Cast in stone is what I wanted to be
Left to stare into the sea
And stand forever against it's waves
And to shatter ships that lost their way
Littered with wishes washed ashore
Tattered remnants of sailors lost in a cold storm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Shirow, this is an awesome poem about the lure of the sea. I think most of us who have lived near the sea have felt its lure to sail its stormy waters at one time or another. Top marks and thanks for sharing it with us my friend. All the Best David