The ocean waves, a sighing, restless sound,
Crash on the rocks, a mournful, constant beat.
My heart is lost, on troubled waters bound,
A lonely ship, with sails surrendering defeat.

Let flowers fall like rain upon your way,
While I withdraw, in self-imposed despair.
For what offense, what judgment do I pay?
I watch the snowflakes dance, a fragile prayer.

The blossoms fall, a fleeting, gentle grace,
Yet cannot touch the darkness in my soul.
I long for peace, to find a quiet space,
To make my spirit once again whole.

The snow, the sea, the flowers' soft cascade,
Offer no solace in this shadowed glade.

Tomaž Jevšenak