The wind is blowing
I can’t see your face
Yet I know you’re there
There is too much space
I can’t help but care
Even knowing
Where we are going.
The night is cold
The eyes are watching
I feel so bold
Seeing the eyes
Of things untold.
The sun is rising
The house is near
The bacon cooking
I stilled my fear
I reached for your hand
“I love you Dear”
Before I can take hold
You disappear.
I look in the dark
Till my body screams
I can hear a lark
“I hate these dreams”.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow............I can't imagine that happening to me. Its too frightening. amazing work! good job :)