I'm halfway across the world.
And I can still hear you screaming.
Like your soul is crying out,
tearing,
ripping at the seams of mine.
A violent act to beat out
the longing that burns in you
and spreads through to me.
Every word is a nail,
Every breath,
a blow to my heart
Driving steel through bone
Wood meets blood
Pounds soft flesh.
Astral whisperer
Speaking through worlds to touch me
I look down at endless blue
Walking on air
and though I couldn't be further away
I've never felt closer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem