When I'm alone I stare at the sky,
Then I reach for the moon with my hand,
If I could steal it for just one night,
Could I then make Heaven understand?
Just as the moon's radiance would be missed
If it were to abandon its realm,
My ship travels with no guiding light,
Too long I've stood alone at the helm
When I'm alone I cannot believe
There's a God who feels pity for me,
Like a ship that's left to navigate
In the darkness, I am lost at sea
I don't ask for much to call my own,
A hand to hold, a comforting word,
Does the forest not rejoice to hear
The sweet song of just one faithful bird?
When I'm alone I find no reason
To greet the dawning day with a smile,
I see no sense in praying for strength
To carry my cross another mile
If it's a sin to forsake all faith
In a caring God, then cast your stone,
No pain or punishment could be worse
Than the pain I feel when I'm alone
Still surfing the waves I see! Raw honesty in verse! A ten for that alone!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't Talk Of Alone If you ever dare to steal the moon, To what will Andy Williams croon? Go from the helm, back to kitchen. For hotcakes, now, I'm almost itchin'. Lost at sea? You can call Coast Guard. (Make hotcakes with oil, not with lard!) Can you do with a finger, on which to linger? A comforting word? Don't you be absurd! Don't bother to greet dawn with a smile, But at least you should walk half a mile. I shall stand with you and feel the 1st stone, But after THAT you're on your own. Sorry. :)) bri