Waiting for you
Waiting by the strand of the sea, the sand
cold and wet, the moon in silence guards my path,
the wait is tedious and long for I feel is not in vain,
the tide was rising in a rather slow motion, I could
smell the scent of the ocean, a scent I can't see.
Countless of stars in the sky each with a unique gallant,
the air fondly indulged my face, and a tranquil
feeling drew me to a state of peace, a cadence voice
singing like angels in the wind. A thousand years may
pass me by, counting the grains of sand, endless till
I fade away with them, I'll walk the shore with freezing
toes, with no hands to hold me warm. I'm still here near
the moon, near the waves that call your name,
they hear my heart, they keep the secret I pour in tears,
I wait here still and weary with my head up with a
little left of my happy heart…
A thousand years may pass me by, counting the grains of sand, endless till I fade away with them, .............. by grain of sands, time tolls as what i am, at the end of my walk, i know, mortality begins, , , , , , , , , , most ingenious write, wonderfully painted with art of imagery.
Wonderful.excellent imagery.how long shall people be able to look beyond oceans.and still hoping he comes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for your sweet comment my friends. Blessings to you Elena