Journeeman.

Here is a poem I wrote that was converted into Russian, as it inspired me to fit it into the way my imagination perceived it to be heard.  The transliteration is below: (No, I do not speak Russian, but it seemed to work for what I imagined.) 

Verse 1 

I will wait for you 

In the deepest darkness 

I will wait for you 

Where the night forgets the moon

Verse 2 

I will wait for you 

When the frost nips at my cheeks 

Even if the road is long 

I’ll still be standing at the threshold

Chorus  

Let the sky pile up its clouds 

Pitch-black above the earth 

But I won’t put out my little lamp 

I hold a burning heart in my palms

I will wait for you 

I will wait for you

Verse 3 

In the silence of my room 

In the cold and in the dark

I still hear footsteps 

Your footsteps in my heart

Chorus

Let the sky pile up its clouds 

Pitch-black above the earth

But I won’t put out my little lamp 

I hold a burning heart in my palms 

I will wait for you 

I will wait for you

Bridge 

Over hills or through valleys 

Across green grass or dusty roads 

Every step without you 

Still leads me home somehow

Final Chorus

Even if a cloud has covered the sky 

Clouds always pass in time 

I stand by the window and watch 

Until your silhouette draws nearer 

I will wait for you 

I will wait for you 

I will wait for you…