Cast your eyes through distractions in darkness,
The darkness that dwells deep within twists of light,
Colours don't blend here they barely have breath
And I'm all alone here in the shadows of night.
How deep does my chest rise and fall with each sigh,
The wind passes by without gesture or voice,
My thoughts cast to days where horizons were yonder
And my dreams were alive with a semblance of choice.
On a table the candle wax drips and scents smoulder,
My dreams have all past with the remnants of life,
The darkness is apt now with sharp twists of fate,
My loss will remain ever always, contrite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a beautiful poem on lost love having touching expression and nice collocation. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you Kumarmani for your comments. I am always most thankful