Midnights gaze on distant skies,
A wish that can't come true.
Sunken ships long empty shores,
A heart that's broke in two.
A place where rainbows can't occur,
Storms that have no end.
A timeless wait on hopeless dreams,
A soul which cannot mend.
A lonesome dove that drifts alone,
A star too far to see.
Destiny mocks the spirit's will,
With a mountain that’s too steep.
A dying roses last attempt,
To grasp the mornings sun.
Finding out what's sure to be,
To death the rose succumbs.
A longing that is unexplained,
A need that goes unmet.
An emptiness to great to fill,
A life of deep regret.
The harvest moon we sigh beneath,
The pining of a soul,
The belief that love’s forever,
The reality that we know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem