I wake up every morning, reaching over you.
I paint the sky with colours, like the paintings you so loved to do.
I cover your grave with flowers and wash them with my tears.
Time has no more meaning, you are gone, no comforter, just my fears.
I fill the sky with birds, singing poems you always wrote.
My love, you were my life, eventually the grief will kill us both.
And when colours fade, birds leave and flowers wither and decay.
I will hold you in my arms again and you'll never go away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very passionate and emotional. A sorrowful piece elegantly penned from the heart in good rhyme scheme with insight. Thanks for sharing Miika.