My Love...
My journey has brought me back
to where it all began.
The place I discovered,
what I initially thought was your love,
was debris.
I searched the long corridors,
unveiling the backlog of misfortune,
hoping the shadow of doubt would fade.
Unrecognisable to ghosts of the past,
here I stand,
watching the world pass me by.
Watching...
Watching whilst the beginning
of the mystery,
leads me down the path of injuries
of tomorrow,
as yesterday's pain resurfaces.
Glimmers of what could be,
reflect off the mirror of my thoughts.
I believe the cry for hope,
as I carry an unlit matchstick
through the sea of darkness.
Reflecting on this moment...
thinking where all this could lead,
I stare out of the window,
wondering...
wondering whether we could
live forever in a moment
of our choosing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's beautiful great poem with so much meaning one needs to look between the lines and it just gets better :) 10+++++++