Nights of tar and dread

Do not return me to those nights so dark and drear,
Where shadows whisper secrets of my deepest fear.
The moon, a sullen witness to my silent cry,
With stars that mock the tears which from my eyes do fly.
In dreams I wander lost, through memories so bleak,
Each echo of your voice, a dagger's cruelest streak.
My heart, a ship adrift on seas of sorrow's wave,
Yearns for the dawn, the light, the solace that I crave.
Yet hope remains, a flicker in the darkest night,
A beacon that will guide me to the morning light.
I'll rise from depths of pain, my soul's rebirth to find,
And leave behind the shadows that once chained my mind.

Noches que se cuadran
y descuadran,
que se lian a las sábanas,
que crujen las ideas,
que son saladas,
asi ella se enmascaran
del pavor de las guerras
llamadas santas
y de las tristezas
en el alma ya su casa.
JVNavarro