At the hour and in the place <br />I ask myself the way to us. <br />Our ship has sunk without trace, <br />The current keeps us separate thus <br /> <br />There’s no chance to save this day. <br />We could choose from the sun and moon, <br />But a black hole led us astray, <br />But we gave in to the monsoon. <br /> <br />Now I’m waiting for calmer winds, <br />Looking for a consolation <br />And I envy the birds long wings; <br />Heaven may be my salvation. <br /> <br />So many hearts bloom and wither, <br />Too many dreams will never come true, <br />Many souls can’t be together, <br />Yet life must go on for me and you…<br /><br />Jolanta Gradowicz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/half-way-there-2/
