In howling storm,
you are alive, waiting for me.
Here, now!
I see you!
Waves surge,
break over your rocks.
stream over you.
Here, now!
On sea cliffs in wet black rags,
a thin lone girl clinging,
sea streaming o’er
silver etched rocks,
crying for all to see.
Here, now, uncovered,
I long to touch…
When it's my time to see the white light I wonder If I will say her name...I never speak it out loud... -c
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a thin lone girl clinging, sea streaming o’er silver etched rocks, crying for all to see. i long to touch. very nice poem. full of emotion. thalnk you tony
Thanks Tony