Ode to the Stranger

Ode to the Stranger

A Poem by Erin Sky
"

translation of Ode à l'Inconnu

"

Stranger, I miss you today
Why? I ask myself, this year is not yet finished.
We have the wisdom, and indeed, the power
to make gently, slowly
a friendship so charming, loving
Melodious like your hands on the strings of your guitar.

 

You exist, for me, like a bird in the night
The eyes cannot see the true colours that water reflects.
O my Forbidden One! Your smile, your wings, your voice
You have painted them on my skin,
has she, my poetry, become your bones?
This dark bird sings that we have the choice.

 

What will fly (or steal)? What will we send to Heaven?
Your face, my face? Or the wind that twirls our hair the same?
The symphony is rising, the creative Tempest
The forests and the mountains, the branches and the roots
Contain it no longer, this mischievious feeling.
My Stranger, my Forbidden One, strum a note and the music will be healing.

© 2008 Erin Sky


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

I like it muchly!!! ...no...I don't know what it's about but I like it anyway!!! Oh, you've inspired the muses!!!

Posted 15 Years Ago


I know what t'is about. And I already told you, it's amazing and extremely beautiful. ^_^ Especially in French.

Posted 15 Years Ago


i like it a lot. it reminds me of Shakespeare.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Advertise Here
Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5
I like it very much open to many interpretations To me this is my muse in miscievous mood priming me to write

Posted 15 Years Ago



Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

188 Views
4 Reviews
Rating
Added on February 6, 2008

Author

Erin Sky
Erin Sky

Ithilien, Gondor



About
I hear I'm a bit cryptic, for all my loquacity; I talk too much, due to all I need to say; I am Gemini, and astrology is bollocks; I'm narcissistic, and hate myself for it; I dwell in irony, in the ra.. more..

Writing