I strain against this cage
tell myself it's not all I am
when the weather breaks down our fences, crashes into hope
and always
comes out on top
If distance is nothing but
space in our heads,
then why is it pulling us apart?
Who knows if we're forever
Who knows if we will last
You can captivate me tonight
and after all, that's all I ask
Meetings and silence are
the same thing after all
as we sweep everything under tables
like the dust and the prison bars,
untold stories and intertwined fingers
Speeding forward, catching on
to whatever we're supposed to be
Living in capture, captivated
with this ephemeral timelessness
Who knows if we're forever
Who knows if we will last
You can captivate me tonight
and after all, that's all I ask
Captivated by the stars,
not because they're charming
but because when you're below them
they seem to spark soft eyes and a grin and a thought
And I don't know you but I
can't help but wonder
why such a small miracle
brings you peace
Who knows if we're forever Who knows if we will last You can captivate me tonight and after all, that's all I ask -I like this stanza
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In a seed the size of a full stop is a mighty oak tree not yet realised. The miracle is in the small things.