The silence of the night
Nudges me
And I awake to nothing
The stars and moon
Shrouded by dark clouds
Black on black
So thick that
Nothing permeates
The aphotic veil
No light under a door
Or through a blind
Or reflecting off
A near-white wall
He is not near my hand
I no longer wake
To the sound of him
His warmth
The smell of his skin
The salt of his neck
Against my mouth
The touch of his fingers
His mumbled words
Murmured in his dreams
He is far to the south
And has stolen
The moon and the stars
And left me alone
In the dark
With only
Memories
Of his touch
And the
Promise
Of tomorrows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well written poem! Well done x