The day came slowly as I peered out from behind my eyes,
There was no noise, only nonsense.
The sunrise had chosen not to wait for me,
He was needless of my company as he clambered over the hill ~
As the day was yet still.
A forlorn bottle lay reposing on the floor beside me,
His once golden torso now appeared transparent and vacant.
He cast his wide open eye over me curiously,
I wondered what he wondered, what he thought ~
I expect it was nought.
Far away in the kitchen the coffee pot murmured and babbled,
His familiar fragrance filling the morning air.
As I thought of the blackness that he embodied
I recalled the blackness of the night before ~
As I lay on the floor.
Suddenly a feminine voice cried 'Coffee? ',
Her unfamiliar fragrance filling the morning air.
Where the hell did she come from?
Oh well!
Time will tell.
I cautiously attempted to stand,
Stumbling across to the the table in the next room.
I resolved never to partake of such a thing again,
This morning of abject sorrow ~
At least not until tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant poem that resembles the tone of Alfred Tennyson! Top score!