So much here
So much warmth and tears
All these feelings
By one storm's life
Were spread around them
On the blue table
Of middle age's heart
Shaky chairs around
Their small grey room
Only few secrets left
Hiding in far corners
Still waited for them
For the love's bond
To really shine through
This was too painful
Like always waking up
Hoping this was true
And they were here
In each other arms
One head pressing
On one chest
But no, reality
Was much worst
And just
Another day to live
In little joy
Or happiness
Again closing the eyes
Was easy
Delusion
Always is
Them so close
Yet so far
And truly
Absolutely nowhere
This love could go
Dreaming was wrong
It pained them more
And more
Very few secrets
Indeed
All called dreams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem