Sorry I left...
I couldn't take it
anymore.
Your voice
was as quiet
as the night,
cold as the moon
and I feared you
were drifting away.
Drink your coffee...
night crawls
across the sky
dragging a damp blanket
with it.
The trees,
heavy with moisture weep
as do we
now we are united
with morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A parting poem written do nicely with lunar n night imagery. Sad but the poetic creativity is noteworthy. Kudos.