she was a January girl
and he was a month behind
a century away in a Delilah sky
blazing down upon us dying,
but buying us a little more time
before the end actually ended
for you and me to be caught in this
rainy day beautiful perfection.
in a different word
and in another world away
before the big bang blew us to pieces-
he spoke to me in a whisper
saying,
'My God, It's full of stars.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem