When, tonight, my gaze settled on the pale flames of the stars,
my heavy heart let out a sigh.
Alone, contemplating the infinity of glitter sprinkled accross the dark abyss of the sky,
I wished I would disappear.
Oh, if only, dear stars, I were worthy of his love.
But alas.
In the comforting silence and crisp cold of the night, the moon keeps me company.
And as my frozen fingers brush against the strings of my harp,
I sob.
The complaint that crawls out of my entrails echoes
without a reply.
I would like to dissolve in the familiar emptyness that surrounds me
or at least never again be cursed with the flames of passion.
I would like to spread out my arms, to take root, to become a tree.
I would turn into a tall pine tree by the edge of this pond and would never know another thing
but the gentle caresses of sun rays or rain drops,
this vast moor,
and the sound the windmakes when it races through the trees,
like waves crashing on the reef.
My heart is a chasm of sollitude,
a deep well full of regrets.
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Ce Soir // Tonight - A Poem
Poetry[Ce poème a d'abord été écrit en français, puis traduit en anglais] This is a random poem I wrote in prose, the other day. As with most of my poems, it deals with pain and loss. In this case, unrequited love, to be precise. It's quite personal sinc...
