In a darkened room
alone, except a memory
the night cries for daybreak
but her tears make no sound.
dreams melt by candlelight
the night, an ending song
she cries below her surface
but her tears make no sound
morning comes before she's over
her song, a muted buzz
she cries inside the minds of many
but her tears make no sound
pray for tears that sound like rainfall
pray for songs inside your head
dream away the night, but waken
mourning comes before the dawn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is beuutifully expressed and finds an echo in most hearts; pure undiluted emotional read.