She slips into a quiet dream,
but she is like a stranger.
I reach for her, she turns away,
I know I cannot claim her.
Still there is an emptiness
that haunts my very soul,
barren as the hush of night
where memories grow cold.
She is gone and dead to me,
as darkness fills the sky.
But I will love her till the day
that suns and planets die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know i cannot claim her. Nice work