T’is night and dark and cold and why
ain’t cuddled up and sleeping
though wander through the streets and cry
why since you gone -….. just weeping.
Night is always a symbol of loneliness for the seperated lovers. It creeps from hearts, through eyes, through streets and through the whole universe. To be alone at night is the fate of the lover whose loved one is gone away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Songs of Solomon - walking through the streets at night calling out to the beloved, also - There is a time for weeping and a time for rejoicing - You may weep now, but, the tears are not here to stay. I do not say you'll forget, but only that, you'll remember and learn to smile. Please read my poems too when you you have a team.