I am alone on the sand of the shore
and the sun perched in its golden nest
is losing every strand of blinding tress
that once glimmered on the swilling floor
Soft is the footfall of my solemn tread
on seashells that cleave my withered feet
and the buoys crash their weaving heads
against the serene sea's endless pleats
but now the moon is calling
the tide is growing strong
I have little time left
only enough words for this song
The lighthouse is in dismay
its rays leaning across the border
The night is nigh on the bay
and my body is veiled with water
As the cold trembles my brittle bones
I reminisce the kisses you gave
If only you'd take this hand of stone
and warm the heart you once saved
and if you come
I shall come with you
and climb the cliff together
and look upon the view from where I stood
and champion the love that we would succumb
If only you'd come
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem